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farfromstrange · 3 months

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Lizzi’s Valentine’s Special & Follower Celebration

Dear Everyone,

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, and I thought, since this silly little blog hit over 1.1k followers yesterday, I want to give you something special.

First of all, though, I want to thank you. I’ve been on here since (and I checked with the archive) July 19, 2022. I can't believe that it has been almost two years. I started watching Daredevil after watching Spider-Man: No Way Home in December of 2021 and hearing Matt Murdock say, "I'm a really good lawyer," after catching a brick. So, I started watching the show, and that was during a time I was really miserable. Mentally and physically, I wasn't in a good place, but after watching Daredevil for the first time and falling in love with Charlie Cox as a genuine person and an actor, it felt like I found a reason to keep going.

I started writing fanfiction again, which I kind of neglected because I felt like this hobby of mine wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't inspired at all until I watched the show. If I hadn't, I probably would not have gotten back into writing and using it as an outlet for my feelings, and I probably wouldn't be where I am today. Thanks to Charlie's portrayal of Matt Murdock, and watching his interviews, I felt like I could do the things that I love again and follow my dreams. He's the reason I chose to major in English. And while I owe him that much, I owe you guys here on Tumblr and AO3 even more.

When I first posted here, I didn't think people would even be interested in what I had to say and write. But then more and more people started visiting my profile, you guys started following me, and it kept me motivated to keep writing, even when I'm miserable, and I sometimes only post once every blue moon.

I feel so honored that you guys chose to follow a silly little blog run by a silly little 20-something-year-old whose first language isn't even English (but made it her entire personality), and who chose to write about traumatized dark-haired characters portrayed by Charlie Cox. I'm overwhelmed by the love you continue to show me, and every time one of you chooses to reblog or comment on one of my works, saying that it resonated with you, I feel like I'm doing something right. I'm sharing my ideas, my own experiences, my wishes, and even my deepest, darkest dreams through my writing like it's a fucking diary, and you eat it up every single time.

I'm just so glad that this community exists, as chaotic as it sometimes is, and that you chose to stick around, even when I suck at keeping promises sometimes. You keep teaching me new things about who I am, my writing, and how important it is to put myself first. I don't know if you've heard it lately, but you guys are incredible and I appreciate the hell out of every single one of you.

Thanks to Tumblr, I made lifelong friends (especially looking at you, @blackshadowswriter) and found like-minded people that made me feel less alone. That alone was worth making this account and continuing to post on here.

You may think that I'm being dramatic, but for someone who has never really experienced the kind of validation this community gives me, I want to celebrate this milestone. It means more to me than I can even put into words. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I love you all so much! Please, don't ever forget how amazing you are.

That being said, I've got some exciting things planned.

The other day, I found a folder in my Docs titled "the vault". I completely forgot about it because I usually keep my WIPs in a different folder. As it turns out, I made that folder for fics that I originally never planned to post, or ones that I'd finished but wasn't happy with. It’s many, but it’s a few. Some are deeper than others. I also jotted down rough ideas and outlines last year that I stuffed in there, some of which I've actually shared with you but never started working on. Until now. And the contents of that vault are what I want to give to you now.

INTRODUCING: The Vault

6 stories from the vault. 1 bonus fic. 7 days.

I went through a myriad of emotions while I wrote these. For some, I actually bled my soul onto paper. For others, it was merely a brain fart that led to their existence. They're sad, horny, and at times angry, but some of those were originally written for me, and only me. Those that weren't started as a few sentences in a folder before I forgot they existed. Either way, I don't want them to catch dust. And I wouldn't want to share them with anyone else.

Starting February 14th, I will be posting one fic every day until February 20th. My “The Vault” works are Matt Murdock x Reader works, but I've made an exception for the bonus fic. I won't tell you what they are about, but I will give you a list of installments and what kind of fic they are so you know what to be excited about (and maybe which ones are not your cup of tea).

-> The number at the end tells you the date I will be posting it on, but I put it in chronological order as well.

INSTALLMENTS:

1. If You Need To Be Mean (angst, hurt/comfort) 14.

2. Mismatched Bridesmaid (fluff, smut) 15.

3. Weed Cookies (humor, fluff, cw: accidental drug use) 16.

4. the grudge (songfic, angst, hurt/comfort, cw: death of a parent) 17.

5. Halloween (Smut) 18.

6. I Want To Fuck A Priest (Smut, cw: priest!Matt) 19.

BONUS:

7. Now That We Don’t Talk (Part 2 of Is It Over Now?) -> Frank Castle x Reader (smut, angst) 20.

A few more words: You are free to send me an ask if you want to know more, but be prepared that I won't be answering in much detail. I don't want to spoil the fun. I would, however, not mind talking about them as vaguely as possible (if you’re interested).

Thank you all. For everything. And I hope you stick around to read these little gems.

With love from yours truly,

Lizzi <3

#lizzi writes #follower celebration #valentine’s day #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x you #frank castle x reader #matt murdock smut #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock angst #charlie cox

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aquamoonchaii · 3 years

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Johnny // Valentine’s Special Drabbles <3

gif credits to its owner (if it’s yours let me know :D)

genre: fluff, cheesy

pairing: johnny x oc

charlie’s notes: for valentine’s day i decided to write cheesy drabbles! i’m going to celebrate my lovely friends!! this is for you @hyuckhearts! and for me hahahah <3

““Listen to me, I’m so close to choke you so please, stop.”

“Close as in losing patience or as in actually reaching my neck? I don’t think it's the latter one though.” Johnny laughs at your annoyed whine as he keeps tickling your side as you try to put the facial mask on him.

“Dude, sit down already.”

“Did you just dude me?” Johnny gasps and lets himself flop on the couch, you put the facial mask on his face and laugh as you nod. “That burns! How can you dude me? I’m your baby!”

You shrug as he keeps whining, you put a facial mask on your own face and sit next to him. “Works every single time, baby.”

“Now give me a kiss or the burnt part of my heart won’t heal.” You laughed at his dramatic statement and shook your head. “Nuh uh, wait 20 minutes after we take off the facial masks.” He stomps his feet. “That’s why I don’t like facial masks.”

“It’s okay baby. I’ll give you all the kisses you want after this.” He looks at you and smiles widely, he is thankful because you didn’t ask why he was upset earlier. Instead of asking him if he was alright and trying to make him talk it out, you greeted him with your special cozy hug and with a wide smile. No words about it.

After your comforting hug, he went to your shared room and he plops down on the bed with a sigh, he totally forgot to pick up his revealed photos and he was really excited to get them, his schedule was just so hectic today. Loose shirt and sweatpants are a go-to now. When he is ready to discuss with you about dinner, he finds the revealed photos on the night table with his favorite chocolate on them. No matter how stressed he felt, it all vanished with this detail you did for him, he realizes the chocolate has a post-it. I didn’t look I promise <3

He smiles widely at it. Well, you better not look at them because it has some funny pictures of you- that he promised he would delete- and of course you two doing the usual crazy stuff. As he looks at the photos, he realizes all the moments you two have shared: your faces with flour as you made gingerbread cookies for Christmas, your laughs as you try to sing in a foreign language for both of you, the time you step on a chair to kiss his forehead, when you took pictures of him trying to cook, pictures of you with his family, different photos of your casual long walks and trying new restaurants and the last photo is just so beautiful it makes him smile: you are smiling widely as you show him a tiktok of puppies in your pajamas with a messy bun, that’s his favorite photo. That smile is so genuine he is keeping it forever. He puts your picture in his wallet.

You didn’t have to say anything to cheer him up, he goes to the kitchen ready to hug you tightly, he is fine now. No words, your presence is enough. Until you chase him with a facial mask on your hands.

#johnny suh #johnny scenarios #nct scenario #nct 127 reactions #johnny reaction #cheesy drabble

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satorihub · 4 years

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hey bestie 😌💅🏻 i was wondering if u could do some hcs for tsukishima, kuroo and asahi where they have a gf who is very artsy and good w paintings ??? thank u ily

𝖆𝖗𝖎'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: hi bestie ✨✨😼 omg this is my first request so I hope it isn't bad 😔

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: tetsurou kuroo, kei tsukishima, azumane asahi

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1192

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: fem!reader, fluff

KUROO, TSUKISHIMA & ASAHI WITH A PAINTER S/O

𝖙𝖊𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖔 ⋆

─ ok so he doesn't know at first

─ but don't think he doesn't cares! he does, really, but yk, he's almost finishing high school and finals are tougher 😔😔

─ so I hc that kuroo really likes study dates, bc: 1. he's studying (probably chemistry, ew) what is something he likes; 2. he's with u!! that is someone he likes. so boom! win-win for tetsu 😌

─ so one day u had a really hard chemistry homework, but u reminded of your chemistry genius bf, tetsurou kuroo himself

─ so u decided to text him:

"hey babe, I got a big chemistry hw today. can u come over?"

─ but that day u were feeling inspired and decided painting meanwhile kuroo wasn't there

─ when he saw the message u sent him, he was happy! he likes helping u and kenma with school stuff, and he also likes challenging things yk. so hard homework? kuroo will NOT hesitate 😼😼

─ so the practice finished and he went to your house, he decided to take a shower on your place as well

─ he rang the bell and waited some seconds until he saw, you, with some paint in your cheeks

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"what's this?", he asked pointing to your left cheek.

"what's what?", you replied, confused.

he used his thumb to swipe the paint and some of it stayed on his finger.

"this", he spoke, showing you his finger with a little bit of paint on it. "why is your face covered with paint?"

"oh", you finally realized what was happening. "I was inspired today, so I decided to paint", you explained. "wanna see it?", you asked.

⋆

─ if he wants to see it?? OF COURSE HE DOES! 🤩

─ and once he sees your paintings, bruh, he feels like he fell in love with u again

─ he thinks is so cool! he asks things like "when did u start painting?", "do u think is hard?", "can i buy one of these??"

─ like, kuroo, chill 💀💀

─ he probably says something like "i want u to paint me like one of your french girls ✨" and u are like "WHY are u such a DORK? but yea, sure babe"

─ he 👏🏼 brags 👏🏼 about 👏🏼 it 👏🏼 to 👏🏼 the 👏🏼 team 👏🏼

─ kuroo: DID YOU GUYS KNOW THAT-- kenma: kuroo, if you're going to talk about the fact that your s/o is an artist, yes, we do know. kuroo: b-but, guys- 😿

─ coach nekomata is also full of kuroo simping for u lmao

─ he just can't help it!! he loves u

─ anyways, kuroo is your number 1 simp AND supporter ✨✨💅🏼

𝖐𝖊𝖎 𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖆 ⋆

─ kei knows about it already, but he doesn't do anything about it lol

─ he's a very observant guy, so even before you two started dating he knew that you were into artistic stuff

─ he first noticed it when u guys went on a date and you had a paint brush behind your ear and didn't even realize it was there ??? like bruh

─ he's going to pretend like he doesn't care or something, but he just want to keep his salty boy reputation even if u both are dating

─ but once u decide to give him a little painting with some dinosaurs (on his bday or valentines day), u can slightly see him blushing

─ he'll pretend he didn't blush and will compliment u in a ✨ tsukki way ✨

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"you know", he said as he slid his slender fingers though the details of one of the dinosaurs. "you could tell me where you brought this because-"

"tsukki!", you exclaimed.

"ok, ok, I was just messing with you" he spoke as he laughed softly. "thank you, brat. it means a lot", then he looked at you with a genuine smile on his face.

⋆

─ the painting is now on his room, in a place where he can easily see it, doesn't matter the angle

─ once akiteru sees it in his room, he's like "👀 what is this kei?"

─ tsukki will probably just murmur a 'tch' and ignore him LMAOAOAO 😭😭💀

─ yamaguchi also sees it, but instead of asking anything he grabs it and says "did y/n do this?? that's amazing, tsukki!"

─ he'll just reply with "shut up, yamaguchi", and yams reply with "GOMEN TSUKKI !!✨" (yes this is a yamaguchi tadashi lovebot)

─ but, he won't tell, but his ego boosts when someone says that you're talented

─ bc he thinks "hey, that's my s/o. I have an talented and amazing girlfriend, I'm so lucky"

─ he also loves rating your art!! if he could he would give all them a 10/10, but he needs to be realistic for u to improve

─ when he's at your place and u are painting or just sketching, he will make u listen to lo-fi, bc he thinks that it will make your art look prettier (even if he thinks your paintings are the prettiest thing that he ever saw)

𝖆𝖟𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖘𝖆𝖍𝖎 ⋆

─ babyboy asahi knows it bc u slipped about it once before u two started dating

─ u two had a project for school and decided to meet in the library

─ so asahi waited for u for 30 minutes and then he sees u opening the door with clothes with a little bit of white paint

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"sorry, asahi-san!", you apologized. "I was so focused on my painting that I forgot about our meeting"

"oh...", he doesn't really know what to say. actually, you're not that late, and you both still have time to do the project.

"don't worry, y/n, is not a big deal", he tries calming you.

⋆

─ he doesn't bring up that until later bc there was a ✨ silence ✨ between u two and he decided to say someting

⋆

"so, y/n", he starts, nervous. "I didn't knew that you were into arts."

"oh yeah, I am!", you answered happily. "I mean, I know I'm not the best painter in the world but, it still makes me happy, you know?"

"yeah, I know", he says while he admires your excited expression. maybe it was in that moment that he fell in love with you.

⋆

─ after y'all started dating, he will always but you new materials and other stuff

─ he can't help it, u seem so happy with what you're doing and he loves to see your smile (and your works, ofc)

─ if u want to kill him make him flustered, ask him stuff like "hey, asahi, would you mind being my inspiration for a new work?" PLSS I CAN SEE HIM DYING RN 😭😭

─ asahi isn't that impressed with your works, and it isn't because he thinks it's bad or simple, no, it's because he knows you're amazing and talented 😌😌

─ if u start selling your art, well too bad for asahi, bc he will buy everying

─ you: asahi u don't have to- asahi: YES I DO !! u can have all my money just take it 😭

─ in asahi's pov, you = leonardo da vinci

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wovenstarlight · 3 years

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YWBK update: chapter 26 + liner notes

yesterday will be kinder has updated! you can read chapter 26 here, or start from the beginning here

as always, commentary below the cut

Yoojin🐉😊

watch this space....

In preparation for it, Han Hyunjae temporarily requisitions Yoojin’s laptop and combs through the internet looking for photos of the Hunters that he thinks his family should know about in advance. He goes down one too many internet rabbit-holes, takes way too many screenshots, transcribes a summary of the notes in his future diary, then painstakingly puts everything together into a neat little presentation for them.

picture HHJ reading his fifth article wondering where the sung family heir has disappeared to and being like 👁️👁️👁️👁️

had a little giggle to myself about “future diary” that phrasing was definitely on purpose. will exclusively be referring to it as this now

“Right,” he starts, clapping his hands together, after Yerim’s been sent off to play with Hohyoung.

LHH is so much of a background figure.... i want to see more of himself but he likes his privacy.... he’s got his girlfriend and his baby sister and yoojin who’s wormed his way into his good graces by way of Living In Same House but that’s kinda it....... he’s always lurking in the background instead of showing up on screen. come here hohyoung oppa i just wanna talk

Even if Yoojin’s right, Han Hyunjae still has to protest. [...] But he can’t keep it up when Jiyeon looks at him like that.

KJY has the world’s best Stern Mom Voice and Disappointed Mom Glare and to her great delight they work even on fellow adult HHJ. she will use this power For Evil

The other S-ranks are Moon Hyuna, leader of Breaker Guild, and Bak Mingyu of Hanshin Guild.

OK FOR THIS PART I STRAIGHT FORGOT ABOUT HANSHIN GUILD AND I WAS COUNTING UP ON MY FINGERS LIKE WAIT... IF YERIM WAS THE EIGHTH KOREAN S-RANK WHO WERE THE SEVEN BEFORE HER.... (for those curious they were 1. sung hyunjae, 2. han yoohyun, 3. moon hyuna, 4. song taewon, 5. bak mingyu of hanshin, 6. choi sukwon of MKC, and 7. yoon kyeongsoo of soodam. but. i forgot about the last three altogether.)

“Oh, blond guy,” Yoojin says, unimpressed. “Yeah, I’ve seen him on the news and stuff.”

Top 10 Funny Yoojin Moments (I JUST THINK IT’D BE REALLY FUNNY IF HAN “HAVE I MENTIONED IN THE LAST 5 MINUTES HOW HANDSOME SUNG HYUNJAE IS” YOOJIN DID NOT GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT HIM IN THIS TIMELINE....)

Han Hyunjae takes a moment to double-check that he really doesn’t have Noise Resistance (L), and looks back in time to see Yoojin rubbing at his eyes and glaring at the screen.

HEHEHE...... A SECRET TOOL THAT WILL HELP US LATER

“Hyunjae-yah,” Jiyeon says, looking at the photo of Sung Hyunjae on screen, “this man looks—” “LIKE A PIECE OF WHITE BREAD,” Yoojin bellows. [...] “HYUNG THINKS HE LOOKS GOOD? [...] Oh, god, he kinda does, [...] but like, in a trashy romance novel cover way.” [... Jiyeon] gives the computer screen an assessing once-over. “He looks like the models in cologne advertisements.”

this part of the chapter was planned waaaay back in august 2020 and i actually crowdfunded these descriptions from the s-class server dshblksjdfkblsdfb. the original suggestions (thanks to server members for these):

“bland whitie potato with a slap-on seme personality”

“tacky valentine’s day/mom’s cologne advertisement”

“the face of the dude on the cover of all my mom’s trashy romance novels”

and tbh HYJ does think he genuinely looks good but like, disgustingly good, you know... also Hyung Likes Him so [19 gun emojis]

also me handwaving moment of mild homophobia because like. jiyeon doesn’t know yet AND homophobia is a thing in this world BUT i don’t really wanna do, All That (we already did it with HYJ once), so.

“Do S-ranks get rich?” Yerim asks as she enters, because apparently everyone’s coming for his life today. Han Hyunjae closes his eyes and lies down on the bed while Yoohyun calls out an affirmation over his head. “Then I think— oh! He looks nice!” He cracks open an eye just in time to see her nod. “I think ahjussi should marry him for the eye candy and the money.” She beams very wide. Han Hyunjae closes his eyes again and tunes out the loud conversation going on around him. And wishes, not for the first time, that he’d picked literally any other name when he first got here.

yerim says gay rights cuz she’s like 12 rn and she straight up does not really care. but says it in, like, the most frustrating way possible.

sometimes you just need to lie down even as the world keeps throwing shit at you. just lie down and nap for a little bit. especially when the shit in question is the alias regret you had literally back in chapter one of your 25+ chapter story. this is gonna come back to bite you in the ass Very Fucking Soon babe!!!!

You Oh this is like the 17th one I got wrong I swear this course is trying to kill me

me, flicking on that EPSON brand projector,

(i have. been having a Time of it.)

[Yoojin🐉😊 called you (21:35)]

that’s minutes and seconds babey... you can pretty much guess the content of call from context :(

well, uh. most of call. some internal plot and Realizations happening right at the end of those 21 minutes, 35 seconds. namely:

Yoojin🐉❤️

:-)

or i dunno you can be my roommate and we can both leech off my rich and prosperous baby brother!

[extremely sad voice] heehoo... they... care each other....

YMW’s parents are kinda shit ngl. they care about him, but unfortunately, that does not show through in their care for him, ykwim? if they just paid attention to what he was actually talented at and encouraged him in his efforts.................

well, he wouldn’t have met HYJ in canon. but he would also have been a lot happier!! and YMW deserves to be happy!!!!!!!! YMW fucking rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You When you came with me to drop off Jihui’s standee.

they finally remembered her name sjfbklsjdfbl

Yoojin🐉❤️ OH right i was talking to one of my new commissioners about their piece realized they were an old friend of hyung’s

HEEHOO.... HONKS MY LITTLE CLOWN NOSE yoojin forgot to ask about pronouns but that’s okay they’re figuring that stuff out still

Yoojin🐉❤️ it’s getting late the kids are going to bed i have to turn off the lights

you can take the caregiver out the role of caregiving but he will still think of his baby siblings as his kids

Part of that is changing his behaviour. Hyunjae and Yoojin sit side by side and watch as Suk Simyeong gently coaches Yoohyun on how to interact with others and present a neutral, if not friendly, exterior.

[same voice as ingredience] neurodivergence.....

try and look them in the eye, or at least look somewhere on or near their face, if eye contact is too much

yoohyun, who’s the type to look people in the eye without blinking until they inevitably look away because then they don’t try that eye contact shit again later:

tbh i kinda made up shit for the Training In Formality section i don’t know shit about being Formal and Polite. hope i got it right :pensive:

“He’s not good with touch,” Hyunjae cuts in. [...] “Sorry,” [Yoojin] says apologetically to Suk Simyeong, crossing the room and gently pressing a hand against Yoohyun’s back. The kid slowly stops rocking and leans into the touch as he talks.

he’s not good with touch, Usually..... there are exceptions :-) every time i think about this being canon i go insane. wow. love and trust and faith.

Suk Simyeong nods understandingly, giving the closed door a considering look. “If that’s the case, perhaps he can take over part of the preparations,” he offers.

SSM who’s frothing at the mouth wanting to know more about this dude who apparently did some killer business deal with the head of Dungeon Task Force who all the dungeon people are gossiping about on their phone calls while they cart around unassuming A-rank businessmen: PLEEAAASEE fucking involve him PLEEEEASE make him involve himself in business with me

Still, Yoojin’s work is fairly repetitive and boring, so Hyunjae and the women pull out a pack of UNO cards from somewhere and start playing while he works, not paying much attention to either of the boys.

plugging my Han/Bak family playing UNO art here, please reblog like and subscribe,

He stares down at Yoohyun’s hair. Yoohyun’s wavy hair sits there judgmentally. Yoojin bemoans his budding career as a stylist and admits, “This… isn’t working.”

i’m sorry sweetie... hair isn’t your forte :( you can still do fashion if you try really hard

(fun fact about this whole scene, yoohyun not being able to straighten his hair until he could control flame resistance is Certified Canon!)

“No, shit, don’t get up.” Yoojin flaps his free hand at him distractedly. Hyunjae and his need to do everything himself, jeez. “I mean, like. The iron is not. Straightening.”

“hyunjae and his need to do everything” says the man who a few paragraphs ago wanted to be hair makeup clothing and management all in one

“Okay, but why is it not working, though? Is the iron not turned on?” Wow. Wow! Yoojin wonders suddenly if Yoohyun ever felt as homicidal towards him as Yoojin’s currently feeling towards his big brother. If he ever had, then it’s frankly stunning Yoojin’s survived as long as he did. “Do you think I’m stupid,” he snaps. “It’s plugged in.” “Yeah, but did you turn it on.” “You know what, why don’t you touch it and see?” Yoojin unplugs the straightening iron for a minute so that he can take it over to Hyunjae, presenting it to him with a flourish. The heat will hold on for the few seconds this takes. “Come on, touch it right now. I dare you.”

zmur put this into words better than i can, she described this part as “the feeling when elder siblings doubt your intelligence”--

“What if you used a regular iron. Like for clothes,” Hyunjae says, completely ignoring Yoohyun. Yoojin hums thoughtfully.

--and this part as “THEY ARE RIGHT TO DOUBT IT !”

“Killjoy,” Hyunjae mutters so only he and Yoojin can hear.

(should doubt your elder sibling’s intelligence too, once in a while. keep them on their toes.)

“HAN YOOHYUN YOU TAKE YOUR HAND OFF THAT RIGHT NOW,” Yoojin and Hyunjae and Jiyeon holler in perfect unison.

parental instinct for particular phrasings of commands

“Flame Resistance,” Yoohyun reads out. “S-rank.” It’s not heat resistance, but it’s pretty close, so it probably still applies.

hum hum the flame skill works on heat as well, huh

Yoojin’s watching Hyunjae idly when the flickers start up at the edge of his vision again. He blinks, rubbing his eyes idly, and looks back up in time to see, just for a split second—

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE VISION PROBLEMS WAS IT? RUBBING HIS EYES WAS IT??

“Eh? It didn’t? I’ll… I’ll try it again, one second.” Nothing, for a second— but no, there is, pale flashes here and there. Yoojin shakes his head and blinks. They die down, then start up again. Fainter, this time. Why?

gonna say this here because i accidentally set it up as a Thing there’s. there’s no reason. whether the message shows up or not is pretty much random error.

“Ahjussi has an L-rank skill?” Yerim demands. “That’s so cool!” Jiyeon and Yoohyun and Yoojin stare at Hyunjae in silence as he returns Yerim’s eager high-five. He cowers when he notices them.

these three are already so mad and they don’t know that between S and L there’s SS and SSS. they’re gonna be SOOOOO mad. anyway yerim remains the chillest in the room

“So, say you needed to cauterize a wound in an emergency, and you didn’t have access to healing items or Hunters. You could drop the Resistance there, set it on fire, and just… sear it shut.” Yoohyun blinks, an intrigued look coming into his eyes, and looks down at his own forearm. “That’s true, I could probably…” “Yeah, food for thought, I suppose.” “What the hell?!” Yerim yelps. “Though it’s up to you if you want to try it. I still think your hair is fine as is, we don’t have to—” “That’s horrifying,” Yoojin blurts. “No, I should know how. In case something happens like you said. How do I do it?” “Now hold on a second,” Jiyeon says, voice rapidly rising in pitch.

sometimes i think about how dungeon stuff made yoojin significantly more chill with violence and murder and self mutilation in some cases. and how he comments specifically (i think this might be in a slightly later chapter, possibly unreleased) that people like myeongwoo who don’t have those extra years of immersion in the dungeon culture still reject and avoid violence and killing whenever possible. really makes you think

anyway! i saved some extra commentary for those okay with spoilers. continue reading at your own risk. extra large warning in case you’re skilling

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE BELOW CONTENT!!!! IT DRAWS ON INFO FROM UNTRANSLATED CHAPTERS, POST-170S AT LEAST!

“How many of these people did you personally know?” “Not many!” “So one, then,” Yoojin concludes. “You don’t know that!”

HE DIDN’T SAY THAT YOOJIN WAS RIGHT, THOUGH..............

“Why did you pick his name out of everyone’s! I thought you weren’t in touch with S-ranks. I thought you picked a friend’s name!”

they wanted some kind of bedroom decoration for a family member, counting sheep or something, i forget

a sheep, for a family member of one of han hyunjae’s old acquaintances, is it

#star.txt #work: yesterday will be kinder #writing commentary #my writing #some family antics to make up for what's next #more and more i feel like i need to write a timeskip. i'm so tired of early guild and dungeon management.#i need to write insanity. murder. kidnapping. classic s-class stuff #AND OF COURSE SUPERPOWERED FAMILY ANTICS WHICH IS SO CLASSIC S-CLASS STUFF IT'S BCE

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sannflwrr · 3 years

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The Dog Tag

moodboard creds to @aprilisque your talent is extraterrestrial

Author: sannflwrr

Pairing: Jaebeom x MC

Rating: PG

Warnings: mentions of war, a little bit of angst, military!jb

Summary: It’s the second-coming, and all she wants is to see him one last time.

The world I awaken to is dark, the means of light is the measly blue night lamp which flickers every few seconds. Suppressing a groan, I wake. It’s been months, months of sleeping on the floor, perhaps the effects of sleeping on a brittle and uncomfortable surface is finally starting to show through. The pain is something I can ignore, especially when there’s so many other things of higher importance. One being, the war.

Many call it the Second Coming. It felt much similar to the end of the world, I agree. The once empty hospital had become a refuge center for those displaced and without a home after the bombings began. Currently every room was occupied, every bed usurped. As a doctor, my responsibility was to head to the sick bay every morning, take care of as many wounded as I could, and return back to my sleeping quarters late in the evening. My mother shifts on the floor beside me, and I sit up. We’re lucky to still be together. I’m lucky to have her with me still. I never imagined a day where we would be working together side by side, yet seeing her face especially during this difficult era of darkness and gloom, brings back a temporary feeling of hope which I had much before our world went to shit.

The large clock up above on the tall walls says it’s much earlier than the rise of the sun, but I quietly gather the jacket bunched next to me, and exit the room. Mere awareness to the day brought back the memories of yesterday, and the day before…reminding me of what today is.

The halls are dark, asides from the emergency lights which cast them in an uncomfortable green glow. I've become accustomed to this eerie color, and continue down the corridor, and past the couple flights of stairs. The Western Hospital has become a center of hope for many. Those who are here are safe, they say. And they may think so, not realizing that we currently don’t have much defense guarding the place. That government asked Unit 13, which had been surveying the area around the hospital, to pull out months ago. A temporary adjustment they had said. They said that Unit 13 would be back, so that the hospital doesn’t stay unguarded for too long. Today the unit is supposed to return. I wrap the jacket around me tighter, inhaling the remnants of its previous user on it. The smell is almost gone, which makes my heart ache dully. He’s fading from this jacket, and I don’t want to forget him.

I open the door feeding into the main entrance of the hospital, searching the premise for any of my coworkers. I see several, sitting tiredly at what used to be the waiting room. They’re waiting, like so many others, like I am. Waiting for Unit 13 to come back.

Not long after, the sounds of a vehicle approach, must be a van of some sort. Up until now, my pulse had been relatively normal. But now, well, I can’t even think clearly enough to check how fast it is. It’s either he’s here or he’s not. He’s in this car, or he is dead. Hands fisting, I bunch the bottom flaps of his jacket into my fists. I should be ready to accept the latter, death is so common nowadays, it barely touches my conscience. But it would wreck my world if Jaebeom was dead. Many of my coworkers rush out to greet them, but I find myself planted in my position, unable to move.

God, I’m so scared.

My mind flicks back to a random instance, before all this. Jaebeom had been a part of my life for so many years, it was impossible to think of one without him in it. We had been together, unofficially and officially, for so long, I couldn’t think of one without him. We’re sitting in my old apartment, it had been Valentine’s Day. I completely forgot about the holiday, giving that I tended to overlook these things and poured my entire being into the residency I had obtained. Jaebeom had surprised me at my door, knowing I was home, with a giant bag filled with groceries. Let’s make dinner together, he had said. Minutes later I realized what the day was, and stared at him open-mouthed. He only laughed at me in response, brushing his hand over mine.

I look at them. They’re tired, and worn out. My hands are not as soft as they used to be, back when I used to take particular care of them to make sure they stay soft. All that changed after the war began. I stopped wearing makeup, stopped cutting my hair, stopped wearing anything particular to my fancy, asides from the dark blue scrubs I carried. Like the ones I wear now. My hair is always in a simple braid, definitely much longer than it used to be. I look older, and feel more tired than I actually am. Some days, I am so close to giving up. Then I remember my mother, who sleeps next to me.

And I remember Jaebeom, who’s outside on the frontlines, every day.

Soldiers always wear these dog tags as necklaces, an inexpensive piece of identification, a silver chain with a tag identifying their name. It has no real purpose aside from that, no tracking device inside. When Jaebeom had received his, he gave it to me. Maybe it was his equivalent for something else, I don’t know. Legally, there’s nothing binding us together, though I think about it whenever I’m trying to fall asleep. Between all of this, the bombings, the death, worrying about day-to-day survival, the idea of marriage didn’t come up as conversation between us. He didn’t even say anything about it to me the day he gave me his necklace, the day he left with Unit 13. But god, that look in his eyes. I don’t think I would ever forget. It spoke so much louder than any of his words.

And there it is again. My hands loosen against the jacket, sliding against my sides. They’ve started to walk in, the other professionals are shouting orders to them about identification and certain protocols, though muffled. He’s at the back of the group, and I know I’m not imagining it, because he’s staring back at me, equally shocked. I don’t know if that word even covers how I feel, months of feeling sad, lonely, desperate, angry.

Hopeful.

Why is he shocked? I would have asked, had my sanity been at its norm. Why is he shocked? I’m not the one who’s going into the red front everyday. But I know later, after taking one step in his direction, that turns into several until my face is buried in his shoulder. Maybe it was that Jaebeom saw so many people die too. Maybe he felt just as desperate as I did.

“Jae, oh my god.”

“Oh my god,” He repeats softly, both his arms squeezing around me. It’s been so long. He smells the same, sounds the same, it makes me want to cry. It would be a cruel dream if I were to wake up now. But he feels so so real, part of me — no all of me — believes that he is, in fact, here. He’s back.

I still have a couple hours before my shift begins, finding myself sitting in the creepy green hallway. Jaebeom leans against the wall, head resting upwards. We’re quiet, not much noise asides from his thumb softly rubbing against the back of my hand.

“You still wear it.” He says, drifting his focus to the necklace I wear.

“Of course.” My eyes shift to his cheek. “Kind of considered it like our version of a promise ring.”

“Promise ring?” Then he laughs, making my insides bubble. “Isn’t that what, like teenagers give to each other when they’re dating?”

I find myself chuckling with him. “Sure. But it is a promise. A promise that you were going to come back.”

“How about the other kind of ring?” Jae asks gently, eyes finding mine, which stare at the wall across from us. “Legally binding, and all.”

A hum escapes my lips. “Hm. I guess this could be that too.”

“Would you want it to be?”

“I wouldn’t mind.” I shake my head. “But it doesn’t take the fact that you still go out there everyday. And one day you might not come back.”

He doesn’t say anything to that, knowing well that it’s true. He has probably seen many make similar promises to their loved ones, only to break it and not return. He has seen many die on the front, it clouds his eyes and turns it stormy. Jaebeom looks down. At least now I know he won’t be going much further than the hospital for a good while. Though the stability between us is not permanent, I know well enough to take advantage of every moment possible. This world feels like the end, and I would not like things to go down without at least some happiness.

“You know, I would have…” Jaebeom starts, looking at his hands. Then turns his head to me. “Had the bombings not been there, I would have asked you.”

“Had you asked, I would have said yes.” I respond simply. I glance at my watch, it buzzes. I have an hour left. “Though, you didn’t exactly have to ask. When the war started, I assumed we were there.”

With this, it’s hard to have uncertainties. Had things been normal, maybe I wouldn’t have been too sure about taking that step with Jaebeom. But now that the sky is crumbling and many days are red, I know exactly what I want. And he knows too.

“Was it scary?” I find myself asking, genuinely curious, but equally concerned for the things he has seen. Somewhere between our conversation, we scooted closer, constantly one limb touching another, his arm wraps around my shoulder. Jaebeom nods.

“Yeah. I was scared that I might die at any moment. Obviously death scares me, but your face kept me pushing through. I just wanted to see you again, missed you so much.”

“Whenever you want to talk about Jae, I’m always here.” I pat his knee. “But I think you really should get some sleep. You’ve been through a lot, just take some time to sit back. You’re okay now.” I move away from him just to get a better look. “You’re back.”

The kiss is different from the first time after seeing him in months. That one had been desperate, thousands of emotions flying at each other in distress. My elbows hook around his neck, the momentum knocking the both of us back against the wall. Jaebeom snorts against my mouth. Though the bigger problem has not gone away, it makes it that much tolerable when he’s around. When he’s here, I’m okay.

“God,” He mumbles after pulling away. “I can’t even tell you how much I love you. If I could, I would totally marry you.”

I smile into him. “One of the many things I love about you Jaebeom, you always seem to know what I’m thinking too.”

#jaebeom #got7jb #got7 jb #the great war #second coming

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eerythingisshaka · 4 years

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PTA

[Trevante Rhodes x Reader]

Word Count: 1.5k

Inspired by a true story on Twitter

You gather up the stray napkins cups and plates littered on the classroom desks left behind from today’s Valentines Day party. The kids got about a week’s worth of sugar in their system today with all of the cupcakes, cookies and candies supplied as a treat, so let the parents deal with that. You load up the big black trash bag and tie it off before heading for the whiteboard to wipe off the leftover markings from the lesson you taught earlier today. Since it was Valentines, it seemed like a nice idea to discuss a couple of Greek and Roman gods and goddesses, teaching their names and meanings as well as providing activities where the students built their own gods and demonstrated their invented meanings. All went well until the great pencil stealing debate came to fruition.

Finishing up the whiteboard cleaning, you hear your student’s voice behind you.

“Good Afternoon, miss.”

You see seven year old Nemour standing there with his hands in his pockets.

You look at him positively. “I’m glad you made it back. Is your father with you?”

Just as you ask, in walks a man suavely rubbing the top of his child’s head.

“This your class, little man?” His voice makes an odd tickling in the back corner of your scalp. A man has entered the chat. He looks up at you absentmindedly for less than a second before minutely forming into a warm expression.

“You must be Mr. Rhodes, right?” You put on your best customer service voice before putting out your hand to shake.

He leads his son by the shoulder gently with one hand and reaches for yours to shake with the other.

“Last I knew. Nice to finally meet you. My son has so many nice things to say about you and what he learns when he comes home.”

You sputter, a little speechless from the compliment. His grip still cradles your hand in his: palm hot but not sweaty and soft despite the obvious work he does to achieve that body. His biceps can’t hide anywhere from his heather grey tshirt, in a permanent flex.

“I am really happy to have your son in my class actually. He is beyond bright and helpful even, but let’s sit down before discussing this further.”

“After you.” He offers as you finally pull your hand from his, walking over with a subtle switch to your desk with two chairs sat beside it. Everyone takes a seat before you begin again.

“So I do want to start off by thanking you for coming in, on Valentines at that. I don’t take for granted that this is out of the way so I appreciate you sharing the time.”

He shrugs. “I don’t have no plans. I wish I was here though, looks like you all shut it down.”

The room was heavily decorated with hearts and streamers of pink and red colors, and little Cupids adorned each child’s desk.

You smile nervously. “It’s a fun holiday to celebrate so I manage what I can to show that.”

Nemour adds, “We learned about Eros and Arrodit today!”

Mr. Rhodes looks at his son with wide eyed wonder. “Oh yeah? Who’s that?”

Nemour shifts in his seat excitedly. “Um um Eros and Apostrophe are love gods! They like love and give it to people!”

“You mean Aphrodite, but awesome Nemour, that’s right!” You encourage your student.

Trevante smiles brightly at his child offering a high five. “That’s what I like to hear, my boy learning.”

You admire the father son bond in front of you so much, you can tell you’re absolutely melting into your chair. You could watch them all day but there is still business to take care of.

“But I do want to address what occurred in class today just so that it doesn’t become a habit or bigger than it already is. Nemour had been accused of taking someone’s pencil today.”

Mr. Rhodes stares at you in a way that makes you clear your throat to fill the silence. He doesn’t look upset, if anything he looks amused by this topic, eyes smiling with a little tuck of his lips.

“And…” He goes on.

“…and it was a pencil we reward students with perfect attendance. It’s pretty specific and the student requested it back but by the time the party started and the day was done the pencil isn’t accounted for.”

Trevante wiggles his legs back and forth with an arm over the back of his son’s chair. “Haven’t y’all got a box of these perfect attendance pencils to replace the lost one?”

You dance around the answer. “The point is that it was taken in the first place. We keep pencils in a cup at the front of the class-”

“Mixed in with everybody else’s?”

“Yes and-”

“So people can just take any pencil…” He draws out the statement as a question.

You didn’t expect an argument. “W-well that is the point. So a student can’t say they forgot their pencil or don’t have one, they can get one from the cup. We set them together to sharpen them towards the end of the day.”

“And you think keeping a nice pencil along with the basic ones is the best thing around some bright eyed seven years old?” He asks, stroking his chin for emphasis. “Sounds like some Reagan level trapping. Son, do you know who Reagan is?”

“No.” He says.

“Well, back in the 80s-”

You start to feel hot under the collar by his defiance and possible straying into the crack epidemic. “Nemour, do you mind going to sharpen the cup of pencils while we finish up talking?”

“Cool!” Nemour cheers as he walks across to the cup and takes one pencil to begin sharpening.

“Mr. Rhodes-”

He holds up his palm, bringing it to his heart. “Please, call me Trevante.”

“Trevante. I wanted to make sure you understood that my point is Nemour took something that wasn’t his.”

The pencil sharpener drowns out your voice a little, making Trevante lean closer to you.

“It is just a pencil.”

You raise your voice a little more. “But it was a special pencil. He could’ve taken any other pencil but he took the one that is particular to one student.”

Trevante, smiles again. You don’t understand why but it makes you calm down for a second.

“How long have you been teaching?”

“About two years now.” You say.

Trevante chuckles, clapping his hands together. “That explains it!”

“I’m sorry?” You ask in confusion.

“Being so rule-minded. You this hung up over my son taking a public pencil! The kid should’ve kept the pencil with them!”

“Rules ensure the world isn’t a crap crowd, first of all. Second, he isn’t getting into trouble over it! I just want to reiterate that it’s not right to take what’s not yours.”

Trevante shakes his head in disbelief but isn’t tired of the conversation. “We gettin a little loud Teach, so let’s use inside voices. These kids should learn responsibility for their belongings instead of catering to every possible need, ma’am. It could take some stress off them shoulders for you.”

You subconsciously adjust the neck of your sweater, flustered over not getting your point across. “Don’t police my volume, Mr. Rhodes, its the damn sharpener. Well then let me apologize for taking your time.”

“My bad. Like I said, I had no plans and this was the best time waster I have had in a while. That is a nice sweater by the way.”

You freeze up at the compliment, rewinding that his eyes followed your movement from earlier. “Thank you. But next time I’ll just email you, how’s that.”

Trevante smiles genuinely. “Oh but real life is much more fun, ain’t it? I see what you did there though. Won’t be a next time, Teach. I promise. Right Nemour!”

Nemour stops sharpening. “Huh Daddy?”

“Don’t take any pencils that ain’t Ticonderoga or #2, K?”

“Yes, sir.” He says meekly before continuing his sharpening duty.”

Your phone goes off with a text. “Oh, um. Well I’ll call this a done meeting right? Do you have any questions?”

Trevante stares up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “You got plans this evening? A happy hour perhaps to de-stress?”

You clutch your phone. “Kind of. I have a date actually.”

“Ohh, so thats why you aint got a ring...and you wearing that sweater?”

“What is wrong with this sweater?? I thought you liked it!”

He shrugs, looking you over like a runway model coach. “It’s good for the cute teacher look, but I don’t know about a hot date.”

“Well if I didn’t have this meeting I would have time to change.”

He wags a finger at you. “Uh uh, don’t blame me. This coulda been an email, remember?”

You start to stand. “Yeah, yeah. Nemour, that’s good enough, thanks!”

Nemour blows the shavings off his last pencil, returning it to it’s cup and running up to his dad.

“I’ll see you Monday miss!”

“Sure will! And Mr. Rhodes?”

“Trevante…”

“Trevante…I hope you have a good Valentine’s Day.”

Trevante holds his hand out again for a shake. “You do the same.”

Your hand lands in his, giving him a firm squeeze, recording the amount of pressure given back from his.

“And if there is a next time, feel free to call me. Usually if people don’t get it the first time, I can convince them the second turn of it. You want me to take this trash out for you?”

“Oh I couldn’t ask you to do that for me.” You say humbly.

He swings the bag over his broad shoulder, giving you that 100 watt grin one more time. “Good thing you didn’t ask. See you later.”

You sit back at your desk, breathing deeply to calm yourself. As much as parent conferences tested your nerves, his tested yours in a way you wanted to get right the next time.

Part 2

#shakafic #trevante rhodes fic #valentines day fic #trevante rhodes x reader

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artemismoon12writes · 4 years

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Title: The Difference Between Hanging Out and a Date is Flowers

Daltonfic Big Bang; Week 9, Day 3; Julian Larson/? Julian is forced to go to the Valentine’s Day Fair, despite last year’s sparking a whole lot of horror for him. Can’t he just have one good day?

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The Valentines Fair was huge this year; so huge they’d teamed up with Dobry Hall and just rented a fairground outside of town. Julian had planned to just stay in his room all day, given what happened last year. Murdoch refused, telling him he couldn’t have any special privileges when everyone else was out helping with the event.

So instead, he was there… and doing nothing to help because fuck his fellow Stuarts. They’d been following him all week, babying him like this was supposed to help him out emotionally or something. He knew he had baggage, but that was his own business. Let him just ignore these dramatic boys and try, in vain, to have a good day.

Between Logan pretending he’d had feelings for him all along, Sebastian reappearing to say ‘le fuck your healing process’, and whatever bullshit Derek hadn’t grown out of; he was planning to just avoid anyone he knew. Maybe he’d find some of the Day students. Wait, no, Riley Paige would get him to help with something. Fuck; maybe he could find one of Royal’s booths and just chill with Merril. It was almost enough to make him give up on boys altogether; shit, girls were so much less dramatic than these assholes he lived with.

He was looking for Merril’s booth (she’d texted him a pile of apple and pear tarts, so surely he could just follow the smell?) when he saw a short girl chasing Dwight Houston and Bancroft’s sister through the tents, yelling something about rocks. They looked frantic, escaping through a hole in a Hanover tent while she slipped on some of the half-frozen grass; still frosty in the February sun. That sucks… he should do something.

“Hey, need help?” He asked, walking up cautiously; she could be a fan after all. “You took quite the dive there.”

“No, I got it.” She sighed, standing up and brushing herself off. Her hands were red, but not skinned despite the fall. “I just suck at walking I guess.”

“I couldn’t help but notice you trying to kill Houston and Bancroft. Anything those two idiots do to annoy you?” Julian asked, genuinely curious. Dwight Houston did a lot of stupid shit; but his first thoughts usually revolved around whatever Derek did to piss off girls, and that didn’t seem like Houston’s style.

She shook her head, “They lost the collection of gems I had on display for our booth for Prima. Now I have nothing to sell, so Royal is going to take the prize for Dobry.”

“And why’d you trust those two with it?” He knew them by reputation alone for getting into trouble; but not much else.

“Because those two happen to be my best friends.” The girl said, sounding like she couldn’t quite believe it herself. She put on a faint smile though, looking up and sticking out her scraped hand. “Sadie Moore, maybe you’ve heard of me.”

“Julian. Shame enough, I haven’t.” He shook her hand. “You’re new aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I transferred up here from Florida for Junior Year; but from the way the girls in Dobry go on, I’ve become some kind of one woman rumour mill.” She shivered. “It’s freaking cold up here. I don’t know how you all deal with it.”

“Don’t ask me. This winter is just as bad to me. I’m from California and everytime it snows here I get whiplash.” Julian smiled as she laughed. It was a nice laugh. “And one-woman rumour mill? What’s with that?”

She rolled her eyes, “Dobry girls see romance everywhere they look; a chunk of them think I’m dating Dwight, the other half won’t shut up about that time I kissed Laura, and the rest of them think I’ve gotten both of them, when like? Fuck you just cause I’m bi doesn’t mean I’m a slut. Jeez, it’s 2012, I just want to enjoy the Valentines Day Fair without all that.”

“You’re bi?” Julian asked, before he could stop himself.

She wrinkled her nose, suspicious. “Yeah. You got a problem with that?”

“No! Just, I don’t meet many people who just say that aloud to people they just met, you know?”

Julian didn’t like being on the back foot with people. Let alone being caught off guard. Sadie kept looking at him until her expression cleared and she judged him not a biphobic asshole- which, wouldn’t that be ironic?

“I guess you’re right. Hey, you want to walk around? I guess I’m off booth duty until someone can find my gems; unless you have your own booth to get to?” She looked over his jacket, “Stuart? I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

Julian laughed, “I was ordered to show up and nothing more than that. And gems? Like? Rubies or something?”

“Semi-precious at most.” She explained, launching into a long diatribe about online ‘healing crystals’ versus her own, far superior, ethically mined quartz.

By the time they rounded Hanover’s Ferris Wheel (the compromise for a less dangerous ride this year), Julian’d caught himself laughing at Sadie’s geology jokes; sharing the time he snuck up to the Hollywood sign; learnt Sadie liked heavy metal; and told the entire story of Clark, Marcie, and him engaging in a spicy noodle challenge back in LA. He hadn’t even realized they’d walked that far; engrossed in conversation.

The air was turning colder, nipping his ears and turning the tip of Sadie’s dark nose red. She coughed, sticking her hands under her arms. “Fuck, this place is shit. How do people live up here?”

“You were here for December right? You saw it snow, and that didn’t scare you away?” He asked.

“Oh no, snow is pretty!” She insisted, “I’ve gone skiing with my parents in Whistler, that’s fun! But this? Where it’s just grey and gross and cold? Uh, it’s so stupid.”

“Well you not wearing gloves, so maybe that’s why?” Julian pointed out.

She rolled her eyes. “Logic. Facts. Maybe I don’t like gloves?”

“You forgot them didn’t you?”

She flushed. “I lent them to Laura actually, she forgot her own back at Prima.”

Julian looked down at her biting the inside of his lip considering. Ah fuck it. He pulled off one of his own gloves and handed it to her. “Here, put your other hand in your pocket. It should be fine.”

Her eyes widened. “You sure?”

“Yeah, whatever.” He looked over at the booths; they were squarely in Hanover territory. Huh. How long had they been walking? He should say hi to Abbot. But he was probably busy running things over here.

“Thanks.” Sadie said, her left hand stretching experimentally with a too-large glove and the right nudging his elbow. “That was pretty nice of you Mr. Larson.”

He snorted. “I was wondering when you’d realize.”

“I don’t watch many dramas. So, it took a bit to realize you were that movie star who goes here.” Sadie said, “Sorry I can’t say I’m a fan of you stuff.”

She looked genuinely apologetic; he shook his head far too quickly. “No, no, that’s… that’s a good thing.”

Julian could count on one hand the amount of people he’d known who were fans first, who he’d genuinely come to like as people. It was nice to talk about work and that was it; it was just work. Half the reason he’d decided to come back to Dalton was to have just a slice of that normal experience. And if he was bombarded by fans? Well, how normal was that?

“Oh, okay.” She said, confused by the quick refusal. “I guess, you want to keep walking?”

“Yeah. Tell me more about skiing, I’ve never gone all the way up to Whistler. Are you good at it?”

It continued like that; making the rounds of the booths, pocketed hands bumping against each other as they avoided the clusters of people pushing their way forward. Every so often Sadie would spy another Dobry girl and lament the loss of her inventory for her booth; but thankfully, Julian was so out of context next to her, there wasn’t an awkward encounter. It was weird, every second Dobry girl they ran into seemed to ask about Bancroft or Houston, expressing surprise they weren’t with her.

“I guess you were right about the Dobry rumour mill. It’s going full force this year.” Julian joked.

Sadie rolled her eyes. “It’s annoying, but hey, considering they’re off hiding together the rumours will hopefully leave me out of it after today.”

“You’re not worried they’ll start to connect you and me then?” Julian asked, the notion suddenly appearing in his own head.

“Like half of them even realized who you were. You’re not going around advertising you’re the famous Julian Larson; and standing next to Dobry’s current resident witch doesn’t help put two and two together.” She pointed out.

“I just haven’t turned on the charm.” Julian joked; it was an old Hollywood myth, but it had some truth to it about hiding in plain sight. He could stride forward, and let everyone know who he was, but it was nice to not have to chase off a horde of teenaged girls (and boys) this year. God knows last year was a shitstorm for that kind of thing.

“Julian!”

“I guess you turned it on.” Sadie smiled, before turning to see Derek coming towards the two of them. She frowned. “Oh, its that guy.”

“You know Derek?” Julian asked before Derek cut him off.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! You haven’t been answering your phone. We needed you to help with the Lunch Tent.” Derek was annoyed. That much was obvious.

“I’ve had my phone on silent. Murdoch told me to show up, and that’s all I’m doing. I don’t care if Stuart loses again this year; I just want to have a Me Day.”

Derek’s eyes flicked over to Sadie, “Me Day huh?”

“Come off it, not everyone is a Don Juan wannabe like you.” Sadie’s gloved hand went to her hip, daring him to say anything further.

Derek blinked, alright then. He looked back to Julian, reaching out to pull him away. “Come on, I’m not doing Logan’s prefect duties alone.”

“Why not just let Logan do them?” Julian countered, stepping backwards.

Derek gave him a look. “You know it’s a two-person job, if not a three person job trying to control these freshman on any project.”

“Sounds like not my problem.” Julian shrugged. “Ask Murdoch for help, I’m out of here.”

“Julian!”

“He said no.” Sadie said firmly before Julian reached out and tugged her hand, motioning towards the gap in the booths. His almost laugh met her mischievous eyes.

Before Derek even knew what was going on, Sadie and Julian had taken a page out of her own pursuit that morning and ducked between the booths, darting down and around staves and tent poles to lose him. Maybe they ran for longer than necessary, maybe that was half the fun. They reached the Windsors row, gasping for breath and laughing.

“Do you think he tripped and fell?” Sadie asked, brushing her curly, brown hair out of her face.

“No, he’s more coordinated than that.” Julian said.

Sadie shrieking with laughter and shoving him, “You’re so rude!”

“You’re the one who faceplanted!”

“By accident!”

“It was funny.” Julian pointed out, avoiding Sadie’s playful shove and instead catching her hands and looking down at her like he was lecturing her. “These are dangerous weapons, I ought to report you for use of deadly force. Except I won’t, because you’re tiny.”

“Short jokes? Really?” Her grin betrayed that she found it just as funny. “Well, at least I don’t hit my head on doorframes.”

“You laugh, but I always have to duck getting into limos.”

“Oh that is the most Hollywood thing you have said yet.”

“I’ve babysat Angelina’s kids.”

“Angelina Jolie?”

“I can go on.”

“Oh my god, you’re a dick.” Sadie laughed, “I’d hex you, but I don’t think it would stick.”

“So they’ve been saying about me, since the day I was born.” Julian said, dramatically put upon. “I endure such slings and volleys of-”

“If you start quoting Shakespeare, I will lose it.”

“Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage-” Julian grinned, ignoring Sadie’s protests to get him to quiet.

“I suck at English, come on!”

“And then is heard no more: it is a tale, told by an idiot,” Julian continued.

“Yeah! You’re the idiot!” She tried to interrupt.

“Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

“Yeah, my fury. Goddamn you actors.” She said, looking up with pink cheeks to stick her tongue out at him. “If I could just recall lines like that, I’d never have to use a spell book again, I’d just memorize them all.”

“It’s a gift. What can I say? Not everyone is as good as me.” Julian teased to Sadie’s exasperated smile.

They paused, realizing Julian was still holding her hands and sprang apart; not realizing how close they were. Julian felt his own face flush but hid it well enough. Now wasn’t the time, nor the day, to really get close to someone; even if she was quite pretty, he had to admit to himself.

“Uh, so back there you seemed to know Derek. Even though it took you a bit to realize who I was?” He tried.

She coughed, waving a hand carelessly. “Yeah, well everyone in Prima got to witness what can only be described as the most pathetic display of pining in the history of the world. Casey’s already told everyone to stay away from him because she said he’s a cheater; but then he showed up one day before Winter Break with this giant apology bouquet, and get this, it’s full of white lilies- which I didn’t know she was allergic to, but if you really feel that way about her, maybe? I don’t know? Know her allergies? But also, those are funeral flowers. As far as apologies go, it’s pretty shit.”

“You’re friends with Casey?” Surprise tinged Julian’s voice.

“Not friends per say, but she’s part of the welcoming committee. She’s pretty cool.” Sadie clarified. “How are you friends with a guy like that?”

Julian shrugged. “Derek’s pretty cool. He’s a really good friend when you get down to it, but yeah he is kind of shit with girls. I guess that’s what happens when your best friend since childhood is a gay guy. It’s not like he’s really been comparing notes. Logan and him aren’t that bad once you get to know them.”

“Well, I guess I have pretty biased sources.” Sadie said, waving around at the Windsor tents. “If my friend Morgan’s cousin wasn’t one of yours, I think I’d probably just see a Stuart badge and kick you guys on sight.”

“So violent Miss Moore.” Julian smiled. “We are kind of dicks though, so fair enough.”

“You’re not half bad though Mr. Larson.” She teased back. “You’re fun enough to hang out with.”

“I’m an exception to every rule I will assure you.”

“Don’t start quoting shit again. I will end you.”

“Only if you can reach that high.”

“Oh you!”

“Hi Sadie! Oh, and Julian? I didn’t know you two knew each other.” Reed Van Kamp said from behind the table of the nearest booth. “You two enjoying the fair?”

The pair smiled; Reed was always a welcome sight, no matter who you were.

“Yeah, it’s been pretty fun. We’ve just been walking around. I thought you’d be out with Shane?” Sadie asked, coming under the tent top to talk more easily. “He mentioned something about Valentines plans.”

Reed looked down bashfully, “Well, last Windsor party got us all banned from Warbler activities; Blaine thought it’d be good if I was sitting down for all of the Fair. So, we’re doing our date on the weekend instead.”

“Aww, that’s cute. Then you won’t have to deal with Valentines Day crowding.” Sadie pointed out. “Really its working out in your favour.”

“I guess.” Reed said, then looked over at Julian. “I’m surprised to see you here. I thought I heard you were staying in all day.”

“What Murdoch wants; Murdoch gets.” Julian shrugged.

Reed smiled. “It’s good to see you anyways; at least someone gets to have a date today.”

“Oh we’re not-”

Reed flushed, “Oh heck, I’m sorry! I just assumed. That was bad of me. Here, have some cookies on me.”

“You don’t have to.” Sadie said even as Julian took what was offered.

He nudged her. “They’re good, take some. Wait, these are some of Kurt’s right?”

“Yeah, it took David and Wes all day to clean up the aftermath. He was a man on a mission!” Reed said, pushing a little ribbon-wrapped packet at each of them; then pushing them out as he cut himself on the edge of the plastic and had to call for a band-aid.

Julian and Sadie wandered off, happily snacking on their free cookies. They really were quite good, even if Sadie said there was nothing magical about them.

“You know, that’s the second person to assume we’re on a date.” Julian pointed out.

“And what of it?” Sadie asked.

“Well, what makes a date not a date?” Julian crunched down on another cookie. “You have two people sharing food and talking, and what makes it different between just hanging out and a date per say?”

“I think someone needs to ask and the other needs to accept. But yeah, its pretty arbitrary.” Sadie nodded. “Most people hold hands or some shit, or kiss. You saying you want this to be a date?”

“I’m just saying it could be an option.” Julian said, mulling the idea over in his mind. It would be nice to be on a normal date; not one where he had to sneak around with a guy and pretend they were just friends, or hide from paparazzi with a girl because his agent wanted maximum exposure for their upcoming film together. “It doesn’t need to be a thing. But I’ve liked talking to you. We should do this again, whatever you want it to be.”

She pursed her lips. “Hmm. I accept. You need to get me flowers though.”

“A date it is.” Julian confirmed, laughing at how easy that was. He offered his ungloved hand; hers slipping into it easily, with a crinkle at the corner of her eyes.

“So, flowers? What kind do you like?”

“Not lilies.” Sadie joked.

“Belladonna maybe? What do witches like?”

“Well this witch likes roses.”

Julian froze, “Uh maybe something else?”

He face paled; she’d probably heard from Dwight and Laura. “Oh shit! I’m sorry! Look don’t worry about it.”

“No, no, it’s just, they’re not-”

“Marigolds then.” She said, hurried.

“I can work with that.” Julian recovered, the awkwardness still lingering. “You shall be showered in marigolds. You’ll be covered in pollen before the day is out.”

“Now that’s a picture.” Sadie said, letting him lead her towards the nearest flower booth and moving her head so he could tuck a marigold into her curls. “Aww, that’s so cute.” Julian agreed.

The rest of the day was much of the same. It was like they’d said; there wasn’t really much of a difference between hanging out and a date beyond the declaration of intent. It was fun though. He liked being able to wander around and feel like, yeah, this was a date. It was something he could say aloud. And she was nice. Maybe it wouldn’t go anywhere, but as far as dates went he’d had far worse ones. It was certainty better than dealing with all the romantic drama an all-boys school seemed to kick up.

By the time everyone started packing up, they were sitting on a bench near the entrance and exit gates, sharing a basket of chili fries. Sadie was telling him about her last boating adventure around the Florida Keys, and Julian’d been wistfully imagining a surf contest between the two of them if she ever ended up on the West Coast.

The Prima and Royal prefects were gathering their girls near the gate. Julian looked over, “Do you need to get going?”

“Probably. I wish I had been able to drive here on my own, but the roads are too icy for my bike.”

“Why the hell would you bike all the way here? The fairgrounds are like, ten miles from Dobry.”

“No, motorbike. I ride sometimes with some other students, but I can’t do shit in the winters up here.”

“You have a motorbike?” Julian asked, “You realize that makes you like, ten points hotter.”

She blushed. “You’re an idiot. But yeah, I guess it does. Maybe I’ll take you out sometime when the weather gets warmer.”

“It’s another date I guess,” Julian said, crumpling up the paper from the finished fries. “Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around though? The girl clinging to the cool guy on the motorbike?”

“Well, it’s either you or Allison, and she’s still in her baby gay phase so I don’t want to mess with that.” Sadie stood, before bending down to kiss the corner of Julian’s mouth. She flushed. “I’ll see you around.”

Julian looked after her, a little shocked but in a good way. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

She waved as she went to join the other Dobry girls at the buses. Maybe he’d have to join the rest of his own House at some point; but either way… it had been a good day. Yeah.

#daltonficbigbang2020 #daltonfic #oneshot #pg #otp #brotp #moorrson #julian larson #sadie moore #Derek Siegerson #reed van kamp #prima #royal #stuart #artemiswrites

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storibambino · 5 years

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First of Many

A/N: Shoutout to @hoopshoney & @purple-apricots for putting this event together. This is my first submission for With Love, From Wakanda. Also I’m using this in my challenge that still needs requests and prompts 11,511/30,000.

On Ao3

Summary: It’s Wakanda’s first Valentine’s Day and love is supposed to be in the air. Supposed to be. Shuri has a date planned and T’Challa and Queen Mother are trying to be supportive. Trying to be.

Prompt: “I’ll never get over how beautiful it is.”

Enjoy my loves!

“Brother I have no more time for you today. I’m busy and if you continue to ask me any more questions I’m going to be late,” Shuri huffed impatiently at T’Challa.

“Late for what?” T’Challa questioned his little sister but made no moves to exit her lab.

“Believe it or not, your Highness, I have more going on in my life than just inventing and ensuring you don’t die,” Shuri’s words were rushed, clipped short at the edges. She was moving about the lab but instead of packing up she was half-heartedly organizing piles and shuffling papers.

T’Challa hadn’t seen Shuri like this in a very long time. Although she was just a teenager she had taken on so much responsibility in her short years. As the head of Wakandan research and development, as a leader in the Wakandan educational system, as a growing young woman, and as a child that had to be there for their mother after the death of their father.

“Shuri please stop. I am your brother that’s far more important than me being your King,” T’Challa stepped sat down on a nearby stool and gestured for the teen to do the same. Instead of sitting next to him she hopped on the counter across from him. She was still shifting sporadically, eyes darting everywhere except T’Challa’s face, “Are you not in a hurry anymore?”

“Eh, hush. I’m just,” Shuri pulled her brows together exhaled and started again, “I am nervous. Today is a special day. Well, I want it to be special and I’ve done all this planning and I’m afraid it won’t turn out like I want it.”

“Special day?” T’Challa asked.

“Really? I spent so much time on that memo and you didn’t even read it,” There was no response, “It’s Valentine’s Day you simpleton. You told me to research some global holidays to integrate slowly. We decided that this one would be nice to incorporate. Any of that sound familiar?”

“Yeah, yes, I remember now.”

“You forgot, didn’t you? Nakia leaves again and all love related things go out the window,” T’Challa looked a little hurt by her words, “I’m sorry. You know she wanted to be here.”

“It’s ok. Today isn’t about me, it’s about you and all your plans. Tell what needs to be done and I’ll make sure the day goes perfectly.”

Shuri explained all of her plans for the evening and how she needed help keeping nosy council members, research assistants, and their mother busy while she sets up the perfect date for an unknown, yet extremely lucky, someone. He begrudgingly agreed after a fruitless effort to get his baby sister to disclose the name of her date. T’Challa went off to find their mother and let the council know that all meetings concerning technology are to be postponed.

After setting her brother off on his diversion mission Shuri gave all of her research assistants and staff the evening off to enjoy how they saw fit. She had a few stops and a short to-do list before the rendezvous. She saved her work and closed up shop.

First stop was to shower and change out of her work clothes. However fashionable, her work clothes nonetheless. After a shower and wardrobe change, she picked up the meal to go, basket, blanket and assorted chocolates that she had her chef prepare. All she had to do now was pick up the flowers and blankets then it would all be ready. The anxiety she’d been feeling about today had simmered to nervous energy rolling around gently in her chest. Like the blueprints for a new invention, she mentally went through the logistics of the day. Everything, so far, was in order and as long as everyone played their parts it would be a perfect evening filled with love.

T’Challa was not having the same ease as Shuri getting everyone in line with her plans. The council was easy to dispatch, they were also excited to try out this new custom and spend some needed time with the loved ones. However, Okoye was determined to avoid the new found holiday altogether.

“My King, I really don’t see the reason for this day off,” Okoye sighed.

“General, you’ve given everyone that is nonessential the day off. I am telling you that you are not essential for this evening,” Okoye opened her mouth to argue, “You are invaluable to me and Wakanda but also to your husband. Please just take the night off.”

She held his gaze for a few moments but shrugged and smiled gently, “As you wish.”

Okoye bowed but more out of playfulness than actual respect, as much as he was her king he was her friend. She turned to leave when one more question popped into his mind, “You would happen to know who Shuri is going out with tonight, would you?”

“Of course not,” Okoye winked.

T’Challa sighed loud and exasperated but chuckled immediately after. He watched her leave and didn’t fail to notice the bounce in her step as she did. Now that the Dora had either been given the night off or assigned to duties with their significant other the only person left to attend to was his mother.

The Queen Mother was in her garden when T’Challa finally tracked her down, “If I didn’t know better I would say you were hiding.”

Ramonda makes a startled noise but when she turns to see her son she smiles fondly, “You scared me, my son. For a moment,” She didn’t finish the sentence but the heartbreak was heavily implied. T’Challa embraced her for longer than was needed but the contact was welcomed, “What are you doing here? I thought you would be out celebrating love and romance.”

“I am. What greater love is there than yours?” He meant the words. He led her over to one of the benches near a grove of flowering trees and plots filled with brightly colored flowers. Sitting in almost sunset surrounded my so much color made her soft white hair stand out even more. When he was a child he swore his mother was a Goddess due to the way she shined in the early morning and twilight. Now, sitting with her quietly after a long day he was sure he’d been right all along.

“What’s troubling you, my son?” She pulled him back to the present only a ghost of worry was on her face genuine love dominated her features.

There were so many things on his mind that he could, wanted, to say. The future of Wakanda. The future of his family now that Erik was a part of it. The profound community healing that needed to take place in the nation after the battle. How he was going to introduce the world to his people and protect them from it. If he was honest with himself, his love life as well. All those things were too big and too small at the same time for this intimate moment with his mother so he settled on something else entirely, “Your daughter has a date tonight.”

“Oh?” Ramonda smirked and shook her head, “I was wondering why that child was so scarce today. Do you know with who?”

“She wouldn’t tell me. Neither would my general.”

“Of course. King or not you’re still the big, overprotective, brother.”

They fell back into an easy silence until the Queen Mother broke it, “Wanna find out?”

“Absolutely.”

After retracing Shuri’s steps and bribing the royal florist T’Challa and Ramonda were able to put together Shuri was on a picnic in the caves of the mines. They figured she must be trying to impress someone as she chose only the best appetizers, ones T’Challa requested for all of their banquets, and flowers directly from Queen Mother’s personal garden. However, that was all the information they were given along with a few side eyes for spying. T’Challa was about to bribe Ayo for more exact information on where she was located but his mother stopped him right before he was going to pull the ‘I am you King’ card.

“I know exactly where she is,” Ramonda stated calmly. T’Challa raised a questioning eyebrow, “I am your mother. I know my children.”

About twenty minutes later they were creeping through a warm cave that opened onto a cliff overlooking the water with a perfect view of the sunset. The clearing was bathed in deep oranges and reds giving everything the warmth of an aged painting. As they approached the opening there was no laughter or soft flirting that was expected of a date. Ramonda gestured for T’Challa to poke his head out and see what was going on. He shook his head and pointed back at her. She gave him a stern look then he rolled his eyes earing him a pop on the forehead. He sighed quietly and conceded going further toward the mouth of the cave. He half expected to see Shuri and her date intertwined, kissing explaining the absence of noise. The site that greeted him instead shot a bolt through his heart. Shuri was sitting alone, knees drawn up under her chin watching the waves and the sun.

T’Challa turned back to his mother with a somber look on his face. Worry furrowed her brow and she slid around him to see for herself. Seeing her daughter stood up on her first Valentine’s Day was too much to bear on her heart. She stepped out into the open with T’Challa close behind.

“I was wondering when the two of you would show up,” Shuri said to them without turning around.

“It was your brother’s idea,” Ramonda responded quickly. T’Challa gave her a surprised and betrayed look to which she only shrugged, “You know I would never spy.”

“Really mother?” T’Challa shot out.

Before the woman could respond Shuri broke out into a fit of giggles. It wasn’t long before they were all laughing together as a family. Their voices echoed off the cave and were carried out to sea by a warm breeze into the horizon.

When their laughter subsided Ramonda sat down next to her daughter and held her close, “I’m sorry your date didn’t turn out like you wanted. The idiot that stood you up will be brought before the council.”

Shuri turned to look at her mother and brother properly. A slow smile spread across her face, “That won’t be necessary mother my date is going all according to plan.” T’Challa and Ramonda looked at each other then back to Shuri confused, “You two are my date.”

The food, T’Challa’s favorites. The flowers, Queen Mother’s favorites. The cliff. T’Challa scanned the landscape again. It was familiar, his mother had known exactly where she’d be.

“This is where we would come with Baba,” T’Challa said quietly. Their father proposed to their mother in this very spot. When they were young and restless he would bring them out with blankets and watch the stars. Even when they would argue this was the place they came to calm down and just get away.

“Today is about love,” Shuri paused to wipe the few tears that had escaped onto her mother’s cheeks, “I know things have been hard for you since Baba has been gone. I wanted today to be about our love, our family. We’ve lost so much. Through it all we still have had each other. What love is greater than that? I love you both with everything I have.” The words hung in the air permeating their skin and settling in their hearts.

“You really are the most intelligent person in Wakanda Shuri,” T’Challa said in awe of his little sister. He embraced the two women. They all held onto each other facing the sun.

“I’ll never get over how beautiful it is,” Ramonda said.

“The sunset?” Shuri asked.

“No, you Shuri.”

#WithLoveFromWakanda #Shuri #T'Challa #Queen Mother #Ramonda #nosy family #black panther #StoriesbyStori

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marie-dufresne · 4 years

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A Quiet Companionship

Ficlet for @dirge-of-valentinex4 because I just love the children

The cafes always crowded up when the weather got colder, even the ones off campus, like where Alexander Valentine was sat now, in the financial district. He didn’t understand why Providence had districts in the first place. The city was so small it barely counted as a city.

Still, he preferred this part of it, where everyone kept to themselves. Brown University, he’d come to discover, despite being an elite school, was completely entwined with the city and much to his distain, was being practically choked by, well, Grimmy’s type.

Tattoo parlors, trendy, exotic clothing, hookah bars, art galleries, street performers—it all littered the streets of the university so he’d leased an apartment at a distance, in a place he was far more comfortable and diligently tended to his out-of-the-classroom studies there. But as the weather chilled and the wind whipped, even his favored coffee shop became crowded and had he not preferred his cappuccino made properly in a ceramic cup instead of a heinous paper one, he would have taken it to-go.

Today was a particularly wet and windy day where people huddled inside on their laptops, stuffed in the little space yet entirely ignoring one another. Alexander was no different. He hadn’t bothered with headphones. There was no need for them, really. Any conversations were at a low hum and he was entirely undistracted by them, typing away in his word processor, cappuccino cup empty and taken away by a barista who Alexander knew thought stood a chance with him, but the former was far too polite to outwardly tell him that he wasn’t interested in men.

A girl his age approached his table then, and he almost didn’t notice her, so focused on her assignment, but she cleared her throat and let out a little ‘excuse me’ and he looked up, slightly startled, but barely showing it.

“I’m sorry,” she apologize, “I was just wondering if I could sit with you…here at your table? There’s nothing open and I just wanted to do some homework away from my roommates.”

“Uh…”

He’d put his bag on that other chair as a sign he didn’t want company, but unlike some, his desire for solitude did not make him an asshole, so he pulled the messenger bag off, setting it at his feet and nodded.

“Yeah, sure.”

She thanked him and without another word, they both worked in silence.

After an hour, she looked up, standing.

“Hey I’m going to grab a hot chocolate—do you want anything?”

Alexander shook his head to decline her request and continue ignoring her, but stopped himself. He thought of his father, so polite in uncomfortable situations, and he thought of his mother, always encouraging him to make people’s days better. Most of the time he forgot or didn’t see the point but in this moment it struck him and he stood, holding out his hand for her to sit back down.

“I got it,” he muttered, heading over to the counter before she could protest.

When he returned to the table, she thanked him, cheeks a little pink, but didn’t press him any further than that. She didn’t ask his name or start babbling or take it as an invitation to invade his personal space (all things Mama would have done) and when he sat back down, he decided she wasn’t so bad.

She left with just a small wave and an extra thanks and for a few days he didn’t see her again. Maybe she’d been there, maybe she hadn’t. Alexander simply hadn’t noticed because he hadn’t thought about her at all. But one day she was there again, tucked away in a corner reading a novel. She didn’t look up when he walked by to use the restroom and by the time he’d finished his drink and a phone conversation with his mother that he really would have preferred to have at home, she was still there, entirely engrossed in her literature.

On his way out, he placed a mug of hot chocolate on the table beside her, leaving without a word.

He soon realized she was in two of his classes and though she never made an effort to get close to him, she smiled and waved if ever they made eye contact by accident. Sometimes she was at the cafe, sometimes she wasn’t. Sometimes she had already helped herself to her hot drink and when she hadn’t, he felt compelled to provide her with one, though he still didn’t know why.

He knew that he found her attractive. She wasn’t a super model by any means and some might have gone so far as to call her plain, but perhaps that was why he found her so attractive. She didn’t sully her face with products or murder her hair with whatever heated objects girls were using these days.

She was always clean looking, even if he knew her clothes were probably only from the middle-class mall the city had to offer and even though he knew nothing about her other than what was presented at face value, she wasn’t annoying and that might have been the most important.

Winter went on. They broke for Thanksgiving recess, they went home for winter break, and in January, they continued their near-silent beverage dance.

“I’m Alexander,” he said one day, finally introducing himself as he set down the cocoa. They were sharing a table again. It was snowing today, the bitter icy kind.

“I’m Emily,” she replied with a smile, pulling the mug forward.

He nodded and resumed his work.

Ah, he knew her name now.

The next conversation didn’t come about until two weeks later, when he received a phone call from his grandfather, one he had been waiting for and he chatted for a solid fifteen minutes at the table. She didn’t look up, and he was sure she was unable to eavesdrop (she didn’t look like she spoke anything other than English), but when he hung up, unable to contain the grin Grimoire had put on his face having settled plans for just the two of them on Spring break, she looked up only through her eyelashes, and only for a second before she returned to her own work, smiling.

“Everyone around here really is Italian,” she commented, turning the page of her notebook.

“I’m from Manhattan,” he told her stiffly, feeling the need to make it known that he was not part of…this. Not for any reason other than he liked things to be…precise and clear.

“My grandfather and my father are from Italy though,” he offered softly and with furrowed brows. Why was he telling her this? “…my mother is from Los Angeles. She speaks French.”

Emily listened to all of this attentively and with a soft smile. It was the most he’d ever said to her. She wasn’t exactly the talkative type herself, but it was nice to hear him.

“My whole family is from Woodstock,” she replied, offering up a little bit of herself too, “Connecticut. It’s…average. We all only speak English, but I like to dabble in the ah….” her face reddened even more and Alexander felt a flutter in his belly.

“…the ancient languages. Just on my own though…I have a bunch of books in their original dead languages and I’m trying to read them cover to cover on my own.”

He perked.

“Sorry,” she apologized, pulling her textbook forward, “I just get excited.”

He didn’t mind, he realized. He really really didn’t, but he also didn’t want to press her to speak, as there were fewer things he loathed more than people trying to get him to talk when he wasn’t in the mood to, so he nodded and told her that he thought it was cool.

Suddenly, one day, it was seventy-six degrees outside. Very suddenly. All the days before it hadn’t passed forty (neither would the next) and when Alexander entered the cafe, he found himself at a bit of a loss.

No, this was quite a loss.

Emily was already there, this time with one of her old books and he did his best not to rush over and ask her about it. He wondered if Father was familiar with what she was reading. She was by the window today, not holed up in a corner like usual and he imagined it was for the same reason so many people had been out on the streets today. It was a taste of spring, even if they all knew it was nothing more than a tease, and they craved the outdoors after being cooped up all winter.

The sun was shining onto her head and he realized he’d never noticed how pretty her hair was, how silky it looked, and how…he wondered, it might feel. She licked her bottom lip briefly and he wondered how that might taste.

No.

Not now, Alexander. Not in public for God’s sake.

He knew he liked her. Liked her in the way his mother used to ask if he liked anyone at school. Emily didn’t mind silence. She was comfortable just sitting, just being without words and he’d learned, if briefly, that when she had something to say, it was something of interest to him and he did want to know more about her interests.

He thought maybe she might like him too. She blushed most every time he said more than ‘hello’, particularly, he’d learned, when he noticed something about her and complimented her on it before they’d settle into their quietness.

They only had one class together this semester and while she hadn’t blatantly gone out of her way to secure a seat beside him, he’d begun casually saving it for her. His jacket, his bag, sometimes a hard stare at anyone more oblivious who made an attempt to sit there.

Whatever worked.

But today, there was a problem. Today it was seventy-six degrees outside and he hadn’t realized he’d been hovering at the little seating area until she looked up, asking if anything was the matter.

I’d like to take you to dinner.

That’s what he wanted to say. He’d been wanting to for a few weeks now, ever since she’d mentioned studying dead languages, really. Grandfather would be interested in that. Perhaps he’d have material for her as well.

But that was not what came out of his mouth. Though he had inherited many of his father’s qualities, gaining the attention of women being one of them, he’d also been gifted with Vincent’s conversation skills, and overthinking any situation involving a woman his was genuinely interested in, so asking her out on a date was not as simple as his mind tried to make him believe.

“I don’t know what you drink when it’s warm out.”

Beautiful. Splendid. A magnificent performance from Alexander Valentine. He’d be here all week.

Except he wouldn’t be, especially if her response was in any way mortifying to him. Then he might very well confine himself to his apartment for the rest of the semester.

Closing her book, she laced her fingers together, resting her chin on top of them and looking up at him with a soft smile, so warm and genuine, reflected in her brown eyes that today, shone just as brightly as the subtle tones of red in her hair.

“You don’t have to buy me a drink, Alexander,” she told him gently, “It does make me happy but…I don’t expect it.”

“Then maybe I can buy you dinner instead.”

It came out so fast, Alexander nearly had to grip onto the chair he was standing next to before he collapsed. His own words echoed in his ears and shock turned to pride as he stood up a little straighter. Ah, yes. Yes. This was indeed the way it was done.

He waited patiently for her answer. He could tell by the way she blinked and her mouth fell open a little bit that she hadn’t expected that. Likely from him especially.

“Y-yeah, of course,” she said, dropping her hands to her lap and then bringing them back up onto the table, suddenly unsure of how to behave, suddenly very conscious of how she looked, “I would love to go out with you.”

He relaxed, slightly. She’d said yes and she seemed to have meant it. Now he needed to decide where and when. Should he take her up to Federal Hill? Would that be…too obvious of him? Too show-offy? He’d learned she came from a middle class family and attended Brown on a truckload of scholarships. What was normal for him might be—

He paused his musings, not having noticed she’d written something down until she handed it to him and he looked down at the ten digits written on a scrap of notebook paper.

“You don’t need to figure it out now. The semester doesn’t end for a while. Text me when you want to go out and how to dress.”

Was this girl psychic? She’d given him the pass to sit on it, to work it all out in his mind until it couldn’t be worked again. It gave him time to consult his father on the matter. Or perhaps his mothe—no, no, no it was best to keep his dating life a secret for now lest the woman get any ideas.

Father was his best bet. He’d been married twice and dated in between. He’d know what to do.

“I will,” said Alexander after meticulously folding the paper into a perfect square and slipping it into the breast pocket of his dress shirt.

“Now what do you drink when it’s warm out?”

She laughed a quiet laugh behind closed lips before reaching over and taking one of his hands in hers for the first time.

“Just water.”

#how to flirt by Alexander Valentine #buy her a drink and then ignore her #perfect #dirge-of-valentinex4 #Teacher AU #Alexander Valentine

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love galore

part 2/? of my series of stories about Dianthe Ergon , Quinn’s younger sister. Dianthe has a Valentine’s Day that isn't completely awful for once.

Valentine's Day had never been an enjoyable experience for Dianthe Ergon, who was already known for being both THE Quinn Ergon's little sister and the strangest girl in Whitewater Academy's sixth grade class. Dianthe figured it wasn't what she was that made people talk, but more what she wasn't. When you go to a private school with a small student body, everyone knows everything about each other. Teachers, students, and parents alike knew Quinn to be at the top of her class. Talkative. Athletic. Charismatic. Involved in as many activities possible, both in and out of the classroom. Dianthe, on the other hand, was an average student. She had joined the gardening club at the beginning of her sixth grade year and became acquainted with a few of the people there, but found it hard to make connections with her classmates otherwise. Dianthe was a wallflower. The girl who was so quiet, people often forgot what her voice sounded like. The only way it would be easier for her to blend into the background is if her entire existence didn't revolve around the fact that she was Quinn Ergon's weird, screwup little sister. When Dianthe was younger it bothered her to no end, but she was finally starting to come to terms with it. Dianthe knew she'd never be like her older sister, no matter how much she wished for it. Maybe a select group people like Quinn were destined to be great, but the vast majority of people, like Dianthe, were destined to just be "okay." So on Valentine's Day, Dianthe watched her classmates trade handwritten cards, stuffed animals, heart-shaped balloons and dented boxes of assorted chocolates between classes. Popularity was measured in how many gifts one lugged to each class; one girl in Dianthe's history class received so much, she needed assistance carrying everything from class to class. During lunchtime, student council handed out Valentine's Day grams, cute little notes attached to a heart-shaped lollipop that students could send (anonymously or not) to a friend or a crush. Dianthe didn't receive anything--which she had mentally prepared herself for--but she couldn't help but feel a bit sad as she watched her peers read their personalized notes to their friends, suck on their lollipops and fantasize about who their secret admirer could be. It definitely wasn't the greatest precursor to the Valentine's Day dance that would be held after school, which she had been virtually forced into attending by her mother. No matter how much Dianthe protested, her mother insisted that it would be, in her words, "a great chance to get out of your comfort zone and make memories that will last a lifetime." But Dianthe could see the worry in her eyes. She knew how desperate her mother was for her to make friends who could actually talk back, unlike Dolly, her treasured Venus flytrap and the only living being outside of her family that she spoke to on a regular basis. So as soon as Dianthe returned home from school, she took a shower, put on the flowy pink floral-print dress her aunt Salem had bought her for her twelfth birthday (it was one of Dianthe's favorite gifts ever), and stood in front of her parents' bathroom mirror to get her hair combed. "You're such a beautiful girl," her mother gushed as she began to pull Dianthe's back length hair into a low ponytail. "That's all people have talked about since you were a baby. How pretty my little girl is. How she should be a model." When Dianthe looks in the mirror, she definitely doesn't see anything worthy of gracing the cover of a magazine. All she sees is an unfortunate-looking middle schooler with chubby cheeks, greasy skin, ears that stick out a bit too far for comfort, and a smile that looks forced no matter how she does it. But since her mother was in a good mood, Dianthe decided to just smile and keep that thought to herself. After Dianthe's hair was done, her mother stood up and walked into the master bedroom. Dianthe could hear her rummaging through her jewelry box, and after a few minutes she came back with two dangly earrings that resembled a Lily of the Valley.

"I saw them while I was out shopping and thought they'd go well with your dress," she explained, gently working the hooks through Dianthe's pierced ears.

When Dianthe looked up at herself in the mirror again, she couldn't help but smile a rare, genuine smile.

Surprisingly, Dianthe didn't begin to feel nervous until her parents dropped her off outside the school's front doors. Groups of girls were standing near the entrance laughing and taking pictures amongst themselves before they make the trek to the cafeteria, where the dance was held. Dianthe avoided eye contact with them and made a beeline for the front door, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

"Hey, Dianthe!" A voice called just as Dianthe grabbed the door handle. She reluctantly turned around and found herself face-to-face with Kai Harris, one of the most popular girls in Dianthe's class. She was on the track team, the president of student council, a straight-A student and extremely pretty to boot; she was truly the Quinn Ergon of Dianthe's class. Dianthe could see that Kai had walked away from her large group of friends to talk to her, and they were all looking at her so intensely that she averted her eyes.

"Hi, Kai," Dianthe replied politely when she finally mustered up the courage to look Kai in the eyes. "You look really pretty tonight."

"Me?" She replied incredulously, gesturing in Dianthe's direction. "You look gorgeous, Dianthe! Pink is your color."

Dianthe smiled bashfully, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. "Thank you," She mumbled in response, reaching for the door handle again.

"Hey." Kai put a hand on Dianthe's shoulder, stopping her dead in her tracks. "I'm really glad you came tonight, Dianthe. I was hoping I'd see you here, even though you don't really seem like a 'school dance' type of person."

Dianthe blinked, looking into Kai's warm brown eyes. She didn't even know that Kai knew her name, much less that she cared whether or not she showed up to a stupid school dance. Sometimes Dianthe forgot that even though she was a girl who could easily fade into the background, occasionally people saw her. Even people like Kai Harris, who everyone loved and envied and wanted to be. And Dianthe had to admit, it felt nice to be seen sometimes.

As soon as Dianthe walked into the cafeteria, all she could think about was what a long night she had ahead of her. A huge group of students were clustered in the middle of the cafeteria, dancing awkwardly to a fast-paced song that Dianthe had never heard before. A few couples stood at the edges of the circle and attempted to slow dance to the music, which Dianthe couldn't help but laugh to herself at. Cafeteria tables decorated with heart-shaped balloons and full of candy, baked goods and boxes of pizza lined the edge of the room. Parent chaperones and a few teachers leaned against the walls, talking amongst themselves. The music was turned up so loud that Dianthe could barely hear her own thoughts, the pink and red mood lighting was beginning to give her a headache, and the room smelled nauseatingly of cologne and perfume.

After a few moments of contemplation, Dianthe grabbed a water bottle from a cooler underneath one of the food tables and headed for the cafeteria's side doors. Just outside was a large courtyard area away from all the people and the smells and the noise.

Once Dianthe stepped through the doors, she felt all of her pent-up nervousness melt away. A few students and parent chaperones were scattered throughout the courtyard, sitting at tables or standing and talking in groups. Dianthe sat down at an empty table near the doors, opened her water bottle, and took a long swig of the ice-cold beverage. She sat like that for a while, drinking her water and people-watching. Dianthe couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed that she was sitting by herself and doing nothing, but a large part of her was relieved that she was shielded from the chaos going on just beyond the cafeteria doors.

After a few minutes, the ear-piercing song inside the cafeteria finally began to fade out. To her surprise, the song that immediately followed was "How Deep Is Your Love" by the Bee Gees. It was one of Dianthe's favorites, but it was also a song so old she was surprised that a DJ would play it for a crowd of thirteen-year-olds. Nonetheless, she began to sway to the music, quietly singing along to herself.

I know your eyes in the morning sun

I feel you touch me in the pouring rain

And the moment that you wander far from me

I want to feel you in my arms again

And you come to me on a summer breeze

Keep me warm in your love, then you softly leave

"Wow," Came a voice from behind Dianthe. She immediately froze in place, waiting a few moments before slowly turning her head to identify who had been listening to her.

It was Augustin Cordova, one of the most popular boys in Whitewater's sixth grade class. He was the captain of their class' debate team, student council vice-president, and played on the middle school's football team. He was charismatic, intelligent, and somewhat of a class clown; Dianthe had a few classes with Augustin that year, but she was certain that he didn't even know her name. It seemed odd to Dianthe that he was by himself; she'd never really seen him not surrounded by a group of friends, or talking to one of his many admirers. He must've been drowning in gifts today, Dianthe thought to herself.

Augustin smiled down at Dianthe playfully, revealing the dimple on the right side of his face. He raised an eyebrow as Dianthe shifted in her seat nervously.

"I don't bite," he joked, sitting down across from Dianthe. "This seat taken?"

Dianthe shook her head 'no' and trained her eyes on the side of the building, counting the bricks to take her mind off of her nerves.

"So Dianthe Ergon sings like an angel," Augustin continued, resting his chin in his hand. "Who knew?"

Dianthe bit the inside of her cheek and reluctantly met Augustin's hazel eyes. He's was wearing a baby blue tuxedo with a large stain on the front, and Dianthe wondered if he'd spilled punch on himself.

"Uh..." Dianthe rubbed the back of her neck foolishly. "I wouldn't say that. it's just, um... It's a good song."

Augustin suddenly burst into laughter; he had a loud, belly laugh that echoed throughout the courtyard and made Dianthe jump.

"Sounds even better coming out of your mouth, Dianthe. Have you ever thought about joining choir?"

Relaxing a little, Dianthe raised her eyes to meet his again. This time, she noticed that they were tinged red and puffy.

"You, um..." Dianthe picked at a loose thread at the end of her dress. "You don't have to tell me about it, but are you... Alright?"

Immediately, Augustin's face fell. Dianthe knew that she had struck a nerve.

"It's nothing," He said unconvincingly, running a hand through his curly dark brown locks. "Nothing important, anyway."

"Hit me with it," Dianthe replied, unsure of where this sudden burst of confidence was coming from. "I can't even gossip because I don't have friends. Unless Dolly, my Venus flytrap, counts."

"As long as Dolly promises to keep her mouth shut," he replied with a smirk.

"Okay..." he began, nervously running a hand through his curly brown hair. "You know Abigail Reynolds, right?"

Dianthe nodded. Abigail was pretty, popular, and did competitive figure skating outside of school. She didn't really have an opinion about Abigail, other than the fact that she was a little stuck up. Abigail was the type of person who didn't interact with anyone who she felt was beneath her, especially a girl as unpopular as Dianthe Ergon.

"So I've liked her for a few months now. I asked her to be my date to the dance, and she said 'yes.' Everything was going great until she came to my house before the dance to take pictures..." Augustin's voice trailed off. He frowned and scratched the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable.

"Did you... get into an argument with her?" Dianthe furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"No. She... Uh..." There was a long pause before Augustin heaved a sigh. "She saw what my house looked like and she realized that my family isn't rich. The truth is... I'm here on a scholarship, Dianthe. Money has always been tight for my family, but I'm here to get a good education and eventually, a job that will allow me to pay them back for all that they've given up for me."

Dianthe didn't know what to say. The fact that Augustin didn't come from money like the majority of her classmates didn't bother her, but she had no clue that his family was struggling financially. For all the eavesdropping and people-watching that Dianthe did, she assumed that she'd had her classmates all figured out. After hearing something like this from someone who seemed like an open book, Dianthe wondered if she really knew anything about anyone.

"So," he continued, "My mom drove us to the dance, and she ignored me the whole way there. She ditched me as soon as we stepped into the cafeteria, so I went looking for her. As soon as I found her again, I asked her to dance. She went to the punch table, got a cup, and did this in front of a big group of people." he points to the big red stain on his suit that Dianthe had noticed earlier. "And then I went outside for some fresh air. Now, I'm here."

"Jeez." Dianthe frowned sympathetically. "I'm really sorry that happened to you, Augustin. If it makes you feel any better..."

Dianthe hesitated, unsure if she should allow herself to say what she'd really like to. Screw it, she thought to herself. I've made it this far.

"Abigail Reynolds is known for being a snob, if we're being honest. And a huge bitch."

"Dianthe!" Augustin somehow managed to laugh louder than he had before, this time drawing the attention of a few parent chaperones and a group of people sitting at a nearby table. "You're not wrong, but you didn't have to say it like that. What has gotten into you tonight?"

"I've been like this my entire life," she fired back playfully, opening her bottle of water to take another sip. "I'm so quiet that no one cares to listen."

"Maybe I should have," Augustin said thoughtfully, looking into Dianthe's eyes so deeply that it took everything in her to not break eye contact with him. "Maybe I would've been a lot happier at this school if I would've met someone like Dianthe Ergon earlier."

For the second time that night, Dianthe broke into a genuine (albeit small) smile. Augustin returned it with his signature goofy grin, one that Dianthe wasn't aware that she'd be seeing for years to come.

Dianthe Ergon had never been a fan of Valentine's Day. But it was also the day that she met someone who would change her life forever.

#Final Space #final space oc #fs oc #Quinn ergon

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winchester-writes · 6 years

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Be Mine?

Pairing; Jensen Ackles x Reader (Kinda?? You’ll see)

Word Count: 1,987

Warnings: angst of course, being lonely, language

A/N: I got this idea this morning and I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day at work...so I hope it’s okay!!!

Summary: Being the new PA on set was hard, especially when no one notices you. You however catch the eye of a certain actor on a certain holiday, will you be his?

Feedback is much appreciated!!

Reader POV

No one told you that becoming the new PA on the set of Supernatural was going to be lonely. Yes, you were the new girl so you figured that at the beginning, which was three months ago, not a lot of people would talk to you until they got to know you. The sad thing was, not a lot of people wanted to get to know you. You came into the middle of the season, taking the place of someone everyone apparently loved. So naturally you had big shoes to fill right away. Hearing nothing but good things about the Supernatural cast and crew, you were excited to start this new job but now, you dreaded having to wake up in the morning. Usually you would sit by yourself at breakfast and lunch, no one ever came over to talk to you, you were the loner of the set.

Quickly you learned that people thought you were strange because you weren’t social. Except they didn’t know you weren’t social because of them. You tried at the beginning, you actually tried to talk and be friends with people and everytime that you did, they’d brush you off like you weren’t even there.

Now here is was, Valentine’s day and you were sitting in your usual spot at lunch. In the corner and away from everyone else, picking and poking at your food. Every once in a while you would look up when you would notice someone coming near, only to be discouraged when they would walk past you, their destination was to someone else; someone they liked.

Since it was Valentine’s day, the whole cast and crew decided to do this candy gram thing. Where you could buy someone a tiny pre-made bag of candy and then have someone else delivery it to them without knowing who actually bought it. You didn’t even know why you would think someone would want to give you a Valentine, you’ve never even had someone to call your Valentine. Thinking that someone would give you a candy gram was nonsense, so there you sat at your empty table, watching as other people around you smiled and laughed as they got their small Valentine present.

Jensen POV

Jensen and Jared got to cut their scene early before lunch, so as they walked up to the food truck they were excited to see a lot of their friends on the crew standing around and having fun. When one of the girls from wardrobe passed in front of them with two small pink bags in her hand were they reminded of what was going on today.

“Oh, dude it’s Valentine’s day! I totally forgot that we were doing that candy gram thing. You get any yet?”Jensen asked as he walked up to place his food order.

Jared shook his head and laughed, “I think I had two or three sitting outside of my trailer this morning. Other than that, I’ve really just been focusing on what I’m gonna do with Gen tonight. It’s our first Valentine’s day as a married couple and I want to make it special.”

“Awww aren’t you such a romantic.” The boys laughed as they got their food before sitting down, enjoying the first couple bites of the hot food in silence. That’s when a girl in the corner caught Jensen’s eye. He pointed over to her with his fork and spoke after swallowing his food.

“Hey, she’s that new PA right?”

Jared turned around to look at her then back to Jensen, “Uh yeah I think so. Wow, I don’t even know her name and we know like every person on this set.”

“I know, I kind of feel bad for not knowing either. Does she - does she look sad to you?” Jensen wiped his mouth with his napkin as his brow furrowed. Not really sure why such a beautiful girl was sitting alone and looking so sad.

When Jared turned around again, to look at what his best friend was seeing that’s when her lower lip started to tremble and she brushed a stray tear away.

“Yeah, dude, I think she’s crying.”

The two of them sat there a couple minutes longer, watching this girl as she tried to hide her sadness. For some reason, Jensen wanted nothing more than to rush up to her and hold her, do anything to make her instantly feel better. This was a new feeling for him, he hasn’t felt this butterfly in his stomach type of feeling since his last girlfriend but it felt slightly different. Along with the butterflies came this warm sensation when his mind started to wonder about what it would feel like just to hold her in his arms. Jensen was so deep in thought and so mesmerized by her that he didn’t hear Jared talking to him until Jared hit his arm.

“Huh? What?”

Jared squinted his eyes for a minute, studying his best friend, he knew something was up but he didn’t want to assume anything too quickly, “I said...I don’t think she has a Valentine or has gotten one of those candy things. Every time someone comes near her with one, she gets a little excited only to be let down when they walk past her.”

“I wonder why she hasn’t gotten anything yet? Do you think she has a boyfriend that maybe forgot?” Jensen asked in a hushed tone raising his brows which only made Jared smirk as his suspicion was confirmed.

“I’m gonna go ask her.”

Jensen grabbed Jared’s arm before he could stand up, “What? No! Don’t do that...what if - what if she does?”

Jared couldn’t help the chuckle as he yanked his arm and stood up, making his way over to her with a smile on his face.

Reader POV

When you heard someone sit at your table, you immediately looked up. However, you weren’t expecting to see Jared Padalecki sitting at the same table as you with that beautiful smile on his face.

“Hi there.”

You brow furrowed, why was he even talking to you? “H-Hi…”

“I feel like such a horrible person for not even knowing your name.”

“It’s Y/N.”

“Wow, that’s a really pretty name.”

If your heart beat could get any faster, it would already be out of your chest and on the ground.

“If you don’t mind, I have a quick question. How come you’re so sad over here and sitting by yourself?” You watched as his brow furrowed and his eyes locked with yours, keeping his full attention on you as you spoke. Which intimidated you, making you look down to poke at the food on your plate again.

“Not a lot of people around here like me cause I guess I’m still the new girl, so I usually sit by myself or I go eat in the bathroom if this table isn’t taken.” You stated plainly.

“O-oh…” You could tell he wasn’t really sure what to say to that. He never really noticed you either until now. “Well, I will definitely be sure to come sit by you from now on, you seem like a nice girl. But you didn’t answer why you look so sad. I see the way you look at people who are headed your direction with those candy grams. Have you not gotten one? Do you have a boyfriend that forgot to get you Valentine?”

You scoffed as if the answer was obvious and snapped at him, not really meaning too, “If people don’t like me then why would they give me candy grams?” Running a hand through your hair, you sighed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...no-no I don’t have a boyfriend, so I don’t have a Valentine.”

Jared nodded his head and stood up, you knew it was too good to be true, “Well let me go get Jensen and the two of us will join you for lunch, that cool?”

Furrowing your brow again, all you could do was nod. Maybe this was the start of you finding some friends, some very popular friends but all you wanted were people to talk to and hang out with. If they ended up being the two main characters from the show you worked on, then oh well.

Later on that evening, as you were walking back to your car to leave for the day, you noticed Jensen awkwardly standing there. How did he even know that this was your car? That probably explained why he looked so nervous, he was hoping that it was your car and not someone else's.

“Uh what are you doing?” You saw that he had his hands behind his back and then he smiled that smile that could make you go weak in the knees immediately.

Bringing his hands out from behind his back, you were shocked when he was holding a heart shaped box and a small bouquet of roses. “Happy Valentine’s day sweetheart. Will you be mine?”

Looking around, you had to make sure you were really alone before the tears started. Jensen’s face turned from excitement to pure fear, “Hey wait...d-don’t...why’re you crying?”

“Is this some sick joke? Sure, let’s tease the only girl on set who doesn’t have a Valentine by getting one of the hot main actors to ask her to be his...real funny...ha ha ha.” You shuffled through your purse to try and find your car keys, wanting to get out of here as quick as possible, embarrassment flooding your body.

“No no, you’ve got this all wrong Y/N.”

Hearing him say your name made you stop what you were doing to look at him. Those green eyes were absolutely mesmerizing and you felt like staring into them forever. You wanted to wake up to those eyes staring back at you forever but you weren’t an actress, you were nothing to him but a PA on set. Jensen touching your forearm brought you out of your thoughts.

“This is me genuinely, on my own with my own free will, asking you to be my Valentine and go out to dinner with me tonight.” Jensen set the roses and the chocolates down on the hood of your car so his other hand could hold your other arm.

“W-why? I’m nothing special…”

Jensen shut his eyes and sighed, opening them to see more tears were starting to fall from your eyes, “Actually, I was scared you’d turn me down. When you left lunch today, the first thing Jared did was tell me you didn’t have a boyfriend. So right after I got down with my schedule today, I ran, literally ran down to the nearest store to buy you this stuff. You are special Y/N, you’re special to me and I only wish I had noticed you sooner. Can you forgive me for being such an ass?”

“You didn’t even know I existed until today...so I can’t really blame you for being an ass when you did nothing wrong.”

“I did though, I never noticed you and that’s fucked up in my book because you’re so beautiful and you don’t deserve to ever be sad.” Jensen pulled you forward and hugged you tight, something you were not expecting. He smelled so nice, his cologne mixed with the sweat from him running. Your eyes fluttered shut as you hugged him back, this human contact was something you’ve been craving for a while and it was nice to feel it again. Especially from Jensen.

“So...Y/N, will you go out with me tonight and be my Valentine?”

You pushed away from the hug to get a good look at him, your hands coming up to wipe the tears away, “As long as you share those chocolates with me, then yes.”

Jensen fist bumped the air before leaning down to kiss you on the top of the head, “Pick you up around 7?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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spideychelleforever · 7 years

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Spideychelle Headcanon: In Which MJ Gets Real Extra Real Quick On Valentine’s Day, p.3

Here Is Part One! | Here Is Part Two!

So Peter got the kiss of his life and he’s going to the movies on Valentine’s Day with the girl of his dreams who is suddenly like crazy in love with him

Not how he expected Valentine’s Day to go

He still doesn’t know why she’s suddenly so extra but he kinda likes it but he’s also concerned?! Why is MJ acting like this?!

But they’ve been texting virtually nonstop and playing footsies whenever they sit together during class or AcDec practice because damn she’s melting him like he’s nothing and he can’t bear to bring it up because he might as well enjoy this rush of affection because he can’t deny he wants it and wants MJ so

Ned has a member’s club thing or something so he borrows his pass to buy the tickets for half off, and MJ said she’ll buy popcorn and sneak in snacks

And even as he prepares for this with Aunt May who’s delighted AF, he still hasn’t given MJ her Valentine he made her

Well the time arrives, they’re getting dropped off by their parents which is odd because Peter thought he’d go to meet them but doesn’t question it they aren’t officially a couple... not that he’s ever been a couple with anyone besides Liz for like a few days kinda and it was complicated okay?

Speaking of Liz, he gets a text from her - “I’m so happy for you Peter. I really am. Have fun with her. You’re still the best, and she’s a lucky, lucky girl. <3″

And to hear that from Liz after how he treated her that horrible night and after they spent a long time reconciling and eventually building a real friendship just warms his heart and gives him the confidence he needs as Aunt May starts the car

He arrives, box of chocolates in hand (Aunt May recommended to be old-fashioned) and redeems the tickets, and waits outside the theater looking for his date. He notices other couples and they seem so natural, so low-key, and it makes him wonder again about why MJ’s doing this

He hears an appraising wolf-whistle, turns his head from the other people and his jaw hits the floor

She really, really went all out for this date

She must’ve spent a fortune on this get-up and oh my god the leg slit and her strut towards him and that amazing smirk he can’t deal

This isn’t like the usual MJ

But holy hell he’s not complaining right now

And here he is in a simple gray sweater-vest and blue jeans

She bites her lip as she takes her sweet time looking him over and oh my god why

“You. Are. Sooooooo. Handsome!” She purrs as she puts her arms around his neck to hug him close. He returns it and man does he feel warmer when her perfume hits his nose oh my god MJ has perfume on

She kisses his cheek as she pulls back, and points to her large purse. “Got the snacks. You got the tickets?” And Peter nods yes and squeals as she takes his arm and leans into him

The girl admitting them is just as confused as Peter at freaking movie-star MJ but tells them to enjoy the show. Neither Peter or MJ notice the girl twist her neck around to watch MJ go

MJ buys a large popcorn and they get to their theater and take their seats and the movie eventually starts with them holding hands, and MJ leaning into Peter

He tries not to return the look he can see her give him when Zazu tells Simba and Nala that one day the two of them will be married

Mufasa’s death is bringing back some uncomfortable memories and MJ seems to just get it? He hasn’t told her all the details but she knows about Uncle Ben and she seems to be gripping him tighter during that whole scene which helps him calm down

And then eventually of course “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” arrives and man Peter can feel it alright

Aaaand he forgot the part of the movie he’s subconsciously thought of all day, and it only hits him right there

Nala’s do-me eyes

They’re the ones MJ have been giving him all day long

It’s really really hot and he feels like going to the bathroom

Has she been hinting that-no way omg omg omg omg help

And right on cue MJ takes his hand and pulls it into the tub of popcorn and Peter groans at the feeling of all the greasy butter and salt all over his hands now

“MJ!” He whines “Now my hand has all that stuff all over it”

MJ just smirks at him

“That’s okay. I’ll just lick it off”

That turns Peter on AF

“I think you just hit the jackpot, tiger.”

Oh yes he did forget his concern about how this isn’t the usual MJ best Valentine’s Day ever

He sure as hell doesn’t object when she starts licking one of his fingers and can only moan until he feels her stop and pull back

“Peter?.... why the hell am I licking your hand?”

Peter snaps to look at her. Huh?

She’s looking at him like she hasn’t seen him all day. Then she looks at her dress. “Why the hell am I in a dress? Why the hell is my leg exposed like this?” She looks at the movie screen where Simba is being hit on the head by Rafiki, “and did you make me pay for the tickets?!”

“MJ what’s going on?!” He whispers urgently; thankfully they’re the only ones in the theater. “You’ve been after me all day and you kissed me and you did all this after asking me out and what is going ON”

“I kissed you?!” MJ splutters. “I would remember that-Imean what the hell are you talking about!?” with some serious incredulity in her voice that hurts Peter a little

It’s that moment when some Danny DeVito looking Cupid appears next to them, and time is frozen around them. Peter and MJ stare. WTF?!

“Listen kids,” he drawls, “I’m gonna make this clear. I shot Miss Jones here with an arrow this morning. One in 7 billion choice today.”

They stare at him

“Look Parker, you met a talking raccoon and a talking tree. You know there’s a cigar-chomping duck out there where they come from? Get a grip kid, Cupid’s real.” Cupid grumbles. “The arrow worked damn good too! Just amplified what was already inside!”

Peter and MJ snap to look at each other

Cupid grins. “I’m out!” And he poofs away, and time resumes, and the movie continues.

Peter and MJ just stare at each other

“He said... it amplified what was inside?”

MJ nods slowly. “So he says.”

“So... the last 18 hours were from a magic arrow? All of it?” Peter asks, feeling more than a little distressed bc was it all fake? Despite what he said?

“No... it wasn’t..” MJ whispered, rubbing her arm with her butter-free hand

Peter looks at her like the adorable curious puppy he is

“Look... Parker, he wasn’t kidding. All that you saw today, cringeworthy as it was... was basically me on steroids. I’ve always thought-Oh god”

“What?” Peter asks bc MJ is currently face palming

“Oh God... it’s coming back dude... was I really that extra today?!”

“Yup.” Peter squeaks

“I’m... sorry I scared you... and the rest of the student body,” MJ mumbles

“I’m sorry I... kissed you. When you were under that influence or whatever”

This is what he’s apologizing for? This boy is so selfless oh my god

“Peter-did you already forget? Today was still me - just on steroids. Look,” she sighs, “Today was just how extra I really feel about you... how I always have felt about you”

Peter is turning so white right now. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“So you... really want to have this date?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Peter, yes!” She grumbles.

And that’s her. That’s the right MJ and he wants to cry and gets to mumble “Me too” as he lunges in and kisses her

This time she’s the shocked one and has to reciprocate after a moment

Since they missed basically the last 15 minutes of the film they decide to pay to stay for the next showing afterwards and this time they’re calmly holding hands and relaxed AF bc they finally confessed bitches

Aunt May comes to pick them up, but first Peter asks to run by their apartment before dropping off MJ

When they get there, Peter runs in and runs out with the package he had for MJ at the beginning of the day. She sees the crumpled paper and haphazard tape on the flat package

“I see you wrapped this yourself” she snarks

“Open it!” Peter happily demands and it’s so cute she can’t stand it so she does tear open the wrapping paper and it’s a card that’s blank on the outside

She opens it and finds a giant cartoon heart, and two stick figures holding hands. The taller one with bushy brown hair looks bored, the shorter other one with short hair looks happy and MJ knows who they are

And around the big heart is just legible enough cursive - “MJ WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE (with “it’s okay if not” in tiny plain writing at the tail end)”

And it’s an amateur doodle

But it’s the sweetest thing ever like WTF!? it’s just a cartoon heart, stick figures and terrible cursive handwriting and she wants to die of happiness

She looks at him and grins, Genuinely grins. and not out of some Cupid-induced high but from the bottom of her salty, cold AF heart and her voice shakes a little as she speaks

“Only if you’ll be my boyfriend?”

Peter nods happily and they’re kissing again and May wants to do a somersault when she sees it go down in the backseat

Best

Valentine’s

Day

Ever

#spideychelle #spider man: homecoming #spiderman #michelle jones #peter x michelle #michelle x peter #Tom Holland #tomdaya #Zendaya

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thehoneybuddhadefender · 7 years

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hey! new im a new tumbler user but i loooove your blog, its so fun. and i love mystic messenger so even better. for valentines would you consider writing about how the guys ( seven, jumin,zen, yoosung ) have planed the "perfect" valentines date ( in their own style)but things keep going sooo wrong its funny, but mc can see they're trying so hard and convinces them that its perfect by just spending the day with them? they could be a couple already or a first formal date hope you like the idea!

Thank you for your request, you’re so cute *v* i really hope you like it!

Yoosung

Mc will love this cake ;)

He made it with a lot of love!

Oh, but he needs to organize this place too, let's see...

Candles are always something romantic, doesn't it?

Why doesn't this light up? Why this is hard?!

When he finally did it, he's just smiling

"Done ;)"

But he forgot the tablecloth...

Ok, no need to be nervous...Let's just take the supporter of the candle gently...

SHIT, the fire went out

Not this again T-T, so he yeah, it was some time before he could light this up again.

Everything is perfect!

...

Wait...How many minutes he's here...?

THE CAKE!

Ok, when he was going to take the cake off the oven, he forgot the gloves

The cake is on the ground now...Yoosung is crying.

You came home earlier to see this scene when he sees you his eyes widened

"No...! Don't see this disaster...Oh no no no, worst boyfriend ever!"

You laugh and then you give him a hug "It's alright Yoosung...Don't cry!"

He looks at you, with his puppy eyes "I want to do something special..."

You smiled, so cute!

And then you got closer "Being with you is already something special"

His eyes are so bright now, and he's blushing...After a while, he gives you one wide smile.

Both of you will go see some movie, a romantic one!

But hey, Yoosung is already thinking about next year...Those candles will not beat him again!

Zen

Ok, first things first, he pick a big sack of petals that he was keeping hidden for all this moment

He'll put all these petals in bed, romantic right?

You'll be so surprised! It's going to be so great! This will be one unforgettable Valentine's Day!

So he did it, he fills the bed with those petals, he's with such a wide smile on his face while he's doing that

Just to think about...Calm down beast!

When he opened the door to go to the living room, he noticed that the bedroom window was open!

It was like a slow-motion scene in a movie, he was screaming "Nooooo" while he was running to the window...

But the worst happened, a strong wind came and made the petals fly...

And because he let the door to the living room open...The petals are in the living room now too.

It's just a big mess!

He ran to the living room to pick those petals before they go to the bathroom, kitchen, he doesn't know!

But then he sees you in the door...You were out to buy something to one special dinner...But you came home you early!

"MC?! Why are you here so early?!"

"...The market was closed..." You look at all this mess "What happened...?"

"A DISASTER!" He said sighing, you can see he's so frustrated, you know how he is always waiting for Valentine's Day, he's the romantic type of guy.

"Hey" You got closer to him, putting your hand under his chin, making him look at you "You're here, i'm here too, this is all we need to have the best Valentine's ever" you smiled.

He smiles too.

He understands with that simple quote that what matter is not what he does...What matter is that you're with him.

And you're not going to leave this house today anymore, let's just say that.

Jumin

Last year you said to Jumin that something meaning is better than anything money can buy.

So instead of going to a restaurant or something, he'll cook something for you.

But Jumin's so confident today, he can make you pancakes, so this recipe will be easy!

Everything goes wrong.

His first attempt, the food got burnt.

His second attempt, the food was raw.

In his third attempt...What has happened here? Is this food?! Or he created a monster?

He's so pissed off right now, he'll call some help, you'll never know!

But you got home too early...You weren't supposed to be here, Driver Kim should make you wait even more in the shopping!

WHY

Your eyes widened when you see the mess...Oh god, even the couch is dirty with food.

You see a dress in the couch, it's dirtied too.

Jumin saw this too, he'll die.

"Oh no...The dress...!" He runs to it, picking it up, he look at you, "MC...I'm sorry, i'll make up to you, i'll but anything you want, we can go on a trip or some---"

You cut him out, with a laugh.

This is too funny, and he's too cute like that!

You pick an apron, putting it, and then you just smile looking at him "Let's do this together!"

Jumin froze, just looking at you...After that, he just gives you a genuine smile.

"Yes, my love..."

707

He's creating another robot for you, this time a robot of him.

Now he's just recording something, so when you press a button, you'll listen to it!

"MC...I love you" He smiles, and when he recorded the press the button...Nothing.

And then he tries and tries, again and again, his sweet "i love you" is angry and stressed, "i love you".

Until he has enough of it "Go to hell, stupid thing!" He sighs, throwing that on the couch.

And then he realizes...The place is a mess, you're used to it...You know, see all those metal bits on the floor, but today is supposed to be a good day!

He looks at the window...Well, at least you guys can see the stars ;D

It starts to rain, what the hell!

DAMN IT! He screamed, and this woke up, you get out of the bedroom and walk toward him "Saeyoung...?What's the matter?" He widened his eyes, oh shit, he didn't think about a solution yet!

"Oh, hi MC...!" Stay calm...Act normally....Smiles...Smiles...

"What happened here?" You ask laughing "Oh, nothing MC, i was just...DON'T TOUCH THAT!"

You were picking up the robot "Why not...?It spits fire?! But it looks like you, it's cute!"

"This doesn't work...I couldn't make it talk" He sights walking towards you.

"Really?" You push the button and then you listen Saeyoung's voice "GO TO HELL, STUPID THING" Your eyes and Saeyoung's eyes widened

"MC THAT WASN'T SUPPOSE TO BE FOR YOU, IT WAS FOR THIS DAMN ROBOT!" You laugh.

He sighs, this Valentine's Day got out of control.

"Hey, we can try to make another one...Together, come on, teach me!"

He never thought you were interested in this... Oh, you actually want to spend some time with him? Trying to make him happy?

While he was thinking, you pick his glasses from his face putting on your face now "NOW I FEEL LIKE I CAN DO ANYTHING!!"

He laughs, while you laugh with him and then he picks your hand, dragging you to the bedroom "What are you going Seven?"

"I'LL SHOW YOU SOME STARS!"

#Mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger headcanon #jumin han #707 #zen #yoosung kim

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mystic-head-canons · 7 years

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i wanna request that HC with Mc almost leaving s/o (the one in your masterpost)

Yoosung

I already wrote something very similar to this over here, and it’s pretty much the best idea I had for Yoosung

The other option I wrote out was something that Yoosung wouldn’t actually do, so deleted it

Jaehee

Jaehee was working herself too hard

She hadn’t taken a break since they’d opened the café

MC manages to convince Jaehee to take a day off with her and close cafe early so that they can go see Zen’s musical together

However, a few days before their evening out, Jaehee books a private event at the cafe when the play is supposed to start

They argue about it because Jaehee thinks it will be a great chance to promote the cafe, but MC says Jaehee promised and needs some time away from work

In the end, they just pout at each other and don’t speak for a little while

MC goes to the musical alone and no, she’s not being stubborn, Jaehee is!

After the play, Zen asks MC to come backstage so she can ask about Jaehee, but MC explains everything that happened

Zen agrees to go with her to the cafe to talk to Jaehee during the private event, as he wants to see her as well (he likes hanging out with the two of them)

When they arrive, the party is in full swing, someone tries to force them out because “it’s a private event”, but before MC can state she’s a co-owner, a guest recognizes Zen and says they’re with her

MC goes to find Jaehee and sees her being kissed by another woman

Granted, it’s on the cheek, but it took forever for Jaehee to get comfortable with PDA from MC

So MC turns around and walks out to go home and cry

The next day, MC proposes they break up before the cafe opens and anyone else is there, even saying she found all the documents online to give/sell her half of the cafe to Jaehee

Jaehee is very quick to stop this line of thinking and the two of them have a long, serious talk about all their problems

Jaehee ends up agreeing to take one day off a month to go on a date with MC, but only if MC will help her rake in more customers with events and such

Zen

It’s their one year anniversary of being married

In months leading up to it, Zen made a bigger deal of it than she did

Not to mention, Valentine’s Day and Christmas were his favorite holiday and he’d gone all out for those every single time

And not only does Zen forget

But he goes out drinking after work with a few cast mates

He even makes a post inviting fans to come hang out with them

He’s posting things on his FB page, twitter and Instagram the whole time

MC had made a nice dinner to surprise him when he got home, but when she saw his social media, she goes on the Messenger and cries

She ends up packing a bag and is getting into a cab to go Jaehee’s place for a little while (she was sweet enough to offer her couch if MC needed some time away)

Zen comes home right about then, a little too drunk, and asks where she’s going

“Check the Messenger.” Is all she says before she slams the door

Zen goes inside and sees and…. fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!!

How could he have been such a jerk!!

He sees the beautiful meal she made, the remnants of candles, and so on, and he’s fucked up, royally

When he gets a notification that MC is online, he jumps on, interrupting a conversation between her and Jumin about the furball

Immediately, she logs off

In the morning, he goes to work, he does what he has to, then he goes to Jaehee’s.

Jaehee lets him in because she wants him to apologize to MC (who had been crying a lot because of him)

He swears it’ll never happen again

He begs forgiveness

He even promises to give her a whole day, just for her, if only she’ll come home

She agrees, but only just barely, and even then, she refuses to share the bed with him

Zen immediately calls his director, claims to be sick and says he needs a day off

He sleeps on the floor next to the couch because he refuses to be away from her until she forgives him

He takes her on a long, romantic date, treats her like more than a princess, when people ask what the occasion is, he tells the truth; he forgot their first anniversary and is making it up to her

They first shame him, then they give him advice or free stuff to help (or they just give it to her with a sad, “oh honey, I’m so sorry he forgot.”)

Halfway through the day, she says that being mad at him is exhausting and she just want to go home and take a nap

He refuses because he promised her a day and now he plans to make it a day

When they’re stoped in the park by some of his fans, he excuses himself from them, politely stating he’s on a date with his wife

The girls “awwwww” because it’s super cute how enamored with her he is

By the time they get home, she’s exhausted and can’t believe he packed so much into one day

But it doesn’t end there

He draws her up a bubble bath (and joins her after setting something up)

And when they get out, he has candles lit in their bedroom

Love making ensues

The morning, she aches in all the right ways, and is surprised when Zen drags her back into bed when she tries to get up to eat, and whispers that because he had so much fun yesterday, he called out sick today too

But this time, he plans on them staying home all day ;)

Jumin

One of Jumin’s high society “friends” says that MC is “kind of plain” and “surprisingly uncultured” and “clumsy”

To Jumin’s face

MC knows she can be clumsy, but it genuinely wasn’t her fault she bumped into that guy and spilled her drink on him

Hell, she’s heard comments like this before, and she’s honestly not even really bothered by them

Until Jumin agrees with him

She walks out of the party without saying a word, is driven back to the pent house and packs up her things

Anything Jumin has bought her with his money, she throws in the garbage

She ends up with a surprisingly small backpack from her high school days

She writes a note, “Since I’m so uncultured, I didn’t know the proper protocol for this, so I’m sorry if it’s not to your tastes. But I am leaving. I won’t tell you where I’m going. Hopefully the absence of my plain face won’t bother you.”

To her surprise, Elizabeth blocks her way and won’t let her leave the penthouse

She manages to get past Elizabeth eventually, but by then she has 10 missed calls from Jumin, 1-5 from the other RFA members, and bumps into Jumin in the lobby on her way out

He’s so relieved she’s okay, but MC fibs to him and says her mother is in the hospital and she needs to go visit right away, and she wants to go alone

He allows this because he knows how stubborn and independent she can be

When she’s in the car, she reads the messages, finds out that Jumin noticed her absence near-immediately and went looking for her

When he couldn’t find her, he panicked

He and the RFA all assumed that she had been kidnapped

She ends up actually just going to her mothers, and once Driver Kim has left, she goes to a hotel to stay the night

As soon as she’s checked in, she gets a call from Jumin demanding to know where she is. He refuses to lose her.

“Maybe next time, pick someone better suited to you,” she says. “Some one beautiful and graceful and refined. Like maybe Sarah.” Then she hangs up.

He calls her all through the night, although she shut her phone off pretty quickly

In the morning, she listens to his messages as he gets increasingly more desperate, even breaking down into tears at some point

After breakfast is delivered to her room, she gets a call from 707, who starts speaking so frantically, she can’t understand him

What he boils it down to is, “Thank god you turned on your phone, Jumin paid me a lot of money to track you down, and I can’t fail him. I have to fill up my babies with premium~”

This whole conversation happens while she’s eating

Then there’s a knock on the door as she finishes her food

With a piece of toast hanging out of her mouth and 707 still on the phone in her hand, she answers the door to three security guards and Jumin

The toast falls out of her mouth

Jumin forces himself inside the room, shuts the door, and grabs her phone

“Thank you, Luciel, the money will be wired to you by the end of the day.”

Jumin then hangs up and throws the phone across the room

He then grabs MC and kisses her

When he pulls away, she sees how bedraggled he looks. He’s still wearing the same suit form the night before, it’s wrinkled and his hair is a mess

He begs her never to leave him again

He apologizes a million times, telling her she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever met and that he was barely even paying attention to what that man said, he didn’t even realize until it was too late

He loves her too much to lose her

MC ends up realizing she hurt him just as much as he hurt her and apologizes for leaving like that, for saying the things she did, it was unfair

After holding each other for a little while, Jumin declares he’s going to take a day off of work, and they are going to stay in this hotel room until the next day

MC just rolls her eyes at this, but sure, fine, whatever

Saeyoung

He’d been acting… distant

Of course, part of it was because he was keeping an eye on Saeran, who was having a really bad stream of episodes

More than once, Saeran had lashed out at one or both of them

It didn’t help that Saeyoung was trying really hard to get out of the spy life and was doing his best to keep hackers away from them

MC did the best she could not to be a burden on him since he had so much on his plate

If MC was around, she’d help around the house by cleaning, making decent meals for the brothers, making sure they at least tried to eat, and so on

One day, however, Saeyoung snaps at MC that he’s fine, he doesn’t need her to put on a show and he just needs her to leave

When she comes back a few hours later with food and note with a joke on it, he’s still frustrated and says he told her to get out

So MC says goodbye to Saeran and goes home

She stops texting him good morning and good night at this point

At first, he just assumes she forgot, no big deal, that or she’s mad at him

Goes on for three days, then he realizes he’s hungry and Saeran almost sets fire to the kitchen trying to cook with some of the ingredients MC bought and left behind

Saeyoung cooks, but its not as good

He goes to check on MC at her apartment, only to find all the cameras are taped over, so he has to go in person

When he gets there, MC refuses to open the door

When Saeyoung asks why, she informs him that, she’s been trying her best to take care of him and Saeran, but Saeyoung continues to push her away

After everything they’ve been through, and he’s still pushing her away

Saeran really isn’t the best company, either, but she doesn’t blame him for that

When Saeyoung told her he didn’t need her, that he didn’t want her, MC decided that, if that’s what he thought would make him happy, she’d listen

He doesn’t need to see her again

Guess who’s begging for forgiveness through her apartment door?

Saeyoung just starts apologizing uncontrollably, saying he didn’t mean it, he loves her, needs her, Saeran needs her totally doesn’t almost ruin the apology by saying that they really need her to cook because Saeran can’t, and he’s not very good

Eventually MC lets him in and they hug and kiss and make up

MC also starts teaching Saeran to cook so there aren’t anymore… incidents

soon Saeran is a better cook than she is, but he doesn’t let Saeyoung have any when he “acts weird” and more often than not, if he goes to deliver food to his brother, he dumps the plate on the table in such a way that some of the food usually goes flying

#mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger zen #mystic messenger yoosung #mystic messenger v #Yoosung kim #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #jaehee kang #mystic messenger jaehee #jumin han #mystic messenger jumin #mystic messenger saeyoung #hyun ryu #jihyun kim

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erisedsubrocs · 7 years

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With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, Albus makes the decision to risk everything and tell Scorpius his biggest secret yet. However, untimely complications arise, putting Albus’s plan out of action and steering him down a dangerous path of pain and longing.

Scorpius continues to prove why he is the best friend a person could possibly have.

Thank you so much to @autumn-of-ilvermorny for not only being my fantastic beta once again, but also for supporting me as I delved into this new area of writing.

This story is separate from my Holiday series.

7 Days

Albus Potter fell heavily onto his four-poster bed in the Slytherin fifth year boys’ dormitory, his body curled up in a combination of anger and frustration. Valentine’s Day was all well and good for some people, he thought bitterly, punching the pillow viciously. Some people were lucky enough to find it easy, fun, enjoyable, even wish-fulfilling. Some people were normal enough to be able to take a person they cared for out for the day. Albus on the other hand, was not normal, was not lucky, and was most certainly not enjoying himself. He delivered a few more blows to the condemned pillow before screwing his eyes shut and counting to ten.

Letting out a long sigh of air, he slowly uncurled himself and sat up, straightening his robes carefully. Scorpius had stayed behind to talk to Professor McGonagall about a particular type of Switching Spell, which Albus had viewed as a perfect opportunity to let out some of his pent-up emotions with some long overdue sulking. Despite how brief his period of solitude had been, he felt it had helped to a degree; that is, until Scorpius walked into the room.

Albus stiffened as his best friend entered, softly closing the door behind himself. His heartbeat quickened and he felt his hands instantly grow sweaty. He cursed himself inwardly, hating that he had no control, and hating the way these feelings made him hurt in so many ways.

“Hey Albus!” Scorpius sang, jumping onto his own bed and flopping down dramatically. When Albus, still partially paralysed, didn’t respond, Scorpius sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Are you okay?”

Albus struggled to reply, finally managing, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just – tired…”

Scorpius looked concerned, but nodded anyway. “Me too, actually. I knew fifth year was going to be intense but this is mega-intense, especially Transfiguration. Transfiguration has to be Giga-Intense at least! And then on top of all of that there’s Valentine’s Day! I still don’t think I’m going to be taking anyone, seeing as there’s only a week left, and I think it takes slightly longer than that to find true love-”

Scorpius hesitated, then asked, “Are you taking anyone?”

Albus looked up and met Scorpius’s eyes, swallowing. “I- I mean – no. No, I don’t think so.” He cursed himself again, aware how stupid it had sounded, and aware of the fact he had just admitted defeat to himself. He knew exactly who he’d like to ask out, knew exactly who it was that made his stomach hurt with longing every time they were together. And they were together a lot, him and Scorpius. They were best friends after all, and Albus didn’t know if being near Scorpius so often was good or bad for him. He felt reasonably confident in his ability to hide his feelings from Scorpius. If anything, his ability to keep his feelings closeted was what he felt most confident in. He had had plenty of practice after all, having decided last year to not tell anyone that he was gay.

Scorpius frowned very slightly, before grinning broadly. “Oh well! We can go into Hogsmeade on the 14th as fellow bachelors.” He bent forward into a ridiculous sitting-down bow, before flopping backwards onto the bed again.

Albus forced a smile, which became genuine as Scorpius’s stomach gave a very audible rumble.

“Dinner time, I think,” he said.

“Yes!” replied Scorpius, jumping to his feet and following Albus towards the dormitory door. “And Albus, it’s Friday today, which means-“ He performed a drumroll on Albus’s back as they walked down the spiral staircase “-Treacle tart!”

Albus turned and began to walk backwards down the stairs, so that he could laugh up at Scorpius’s eager face. “Trust you to only think of the dessert,” he said fondly. “I’m thinking of the roast chicken and potatoes…”

They continued their banter as they walked, without haste, towards the Great Hall, and Albus almost forgot about being worried, and about the impending decision he would soon have to make.

5 Days

He was going to tell Scorpius. Tonight. Albus Potter was going to tell Scorpius Malfoy that he loved him, and that he would like to take him on an actual date for Valentine’s Day.

Albus Potter was also terrified. He was more terrified than he had ever been in his entire life, including during the events of last year. He knew in that moment that if it would make telling Scorpius easier, he would gladly fight Delphi three times over, but he also knew that he had to do it. He kept telling himself over and over that it would be worse for him if he kept it bottled up. He kept trying to reassure himself by going over the times that Scorpius had possibly indicated that he may feel the same way. His preoccupation clearly showed during his classes, owing to the fact that he was asked to pay attention on six separate occasions.

Albus decided to visit the Owlery before going to lunch, and asked Scorpius to save him some soup. Scorpius looked confused, but agreed, heading down to the Great Hall alone whilst Albus walked towards the tower housing the multitudes of owls residing at Hogwarts. He needed time to think over exactly what he was going to say, plan it word for word, because he knew when the time came he would most certainly not have the ability to construct a coherent sentence.

He entered the large, airy room filled with resting owls and sat down on the window sill, listening to the soft hoots drifting down to him. They knew him well, for Albus’s favourite place to visit when he needed to think was the Owlery, and he had to think a lot, especially since his feelings for Scorpius had evolved beyond friendship.

He took in a deep breath of the crisp air that was blowing gently through the open tower and held out his arms, waiting. After a few moments, his own tawny owl flew down from her perch and landed on his upper forearm. Before long, seven more followed, landing on his arms, shoulders and knees. Scorpius’s eagle owl took up his usual place on Albus’s right shoulder, gently nibbling at his hair.

Albus closed his eyes, focusing on the comforting weight of his companions, and began to work on his script, comforted by the thought that there was nothing here that could add to his confusion and trepidation.

***

After twenty minutes of detached thinking, Albus concluded that his speech was as planned as it was going to get. After ensuring he gave each of the eight owls perched on him an equally affectionate goodbye he stood up, carefully brushing the feathers off his robes before hurrying down to the Great Hall.

True to his word, Scorpius had saved him a bowl of soup and a stack of toast, as well as a chair on his left. Albus’s stomach gave its customary swoop followed by a cramp of longing as he sat down beside Scorpius. He waited until he was sure he could speak normally, before answering Scorpius’s exuberant “Hi!”.

In between hurried mouthfuls of soup and toast, Albus took in Scorpius’s radiant expression and excited fidgeting. “What’s got you so worked up Scorp?”

“Albus!” he squeaked in response.

“Yes?”

“Guess what?”

“What?” asked Albus, with increasing bewilderment.

“I- You were wrong! I was first! I’ve got- I’m going- I was first!”

Scorpius was practically bouncing up and down on his chair now, hands drawn up into his sleeves and clutching the collar of his robes.

“Scorpius, what are you talking about? What do you mean you were first?”

“You said you’d be first to get a girlfriend, remember!”

Albus blinked, taking several moments to process what Scorpius had said. A horrible feeling began to settle in the pit of his stomach. “What do you mean?” he said in barely more than a whisper.

“I just got asked out! For Valentine’s Day! By Georgia Evett from Ravenclaw!”

Albus swallowed thickly. “What- what did you say to her?”

“YES!” squeaked Scorpius. “Well, I hope I said it in a more refined manner, but I said yes of course! Georgia asked me out and I said yes! Have you seen how pretty and nice and clever she is Albus?”

Albus blinked again, the feeling in his stomach now awfully heavy. “No, I can’t say I have,” he managed. “Congratulations mate, you deserve someone nice.” His voice sounded strange, as though it was coming from a long way away.

“Thank you!” beamed Scorpius. He looked up at the clock and noted the time. “I have to go to Arithmancy, I’ll meet you in the common room for our study period.”

“Actually Scorp, I said I’d study with Lily today,” Albus found himself saying, though he had made no such plans. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, okay,” replied Scorpius, looking a little hurt. “I’ll see you afterwards then.”

“Yeah, okay,” said Albus, picking up his bag and returning the piece of toast he had been holding back to its plate, where it promptly vanished. The food he had eaten now felt like wet concrete that was slowly setting.

***

As Scorpius climbed the staircase with his Arithmancy classmates, and the rest of the Slytherin fifth years walked towards the Divination tower, Albus made a beeline for the staircase descending down to the dungeons, breaking into a clumsy run as he neared the common room. There were three seventh years sitting in the armchairs by the window, and they shot him questioning looks as he hurriedly walked towards the spiral staircase leading up to the dormitory.

He flung himself onto his bed, fingers tangled painfully in his hair, and curled in on himself, making himself as small as possible. There were no tears, just pain, hurt, anger and more pain. The fact that the image of Scorpius’s ecstatic face was etched across his mind didn’t help matters. There was simply no escaping the reality of how much his best friend meant to him, and how much it hurt when any chances he had of developing a romantic relationship with Scorpius were smashed to pieces in an instant.

The tears did start to come then. They came thick and fast, soaking his hair and pillow as he sobbed. This was not the same crying that he had done when he was three and James had spilled water on his newly completed picture of Harry. This was not the same crying that he had done when Scorpius was being tortured by Delphi in the Triwizard maze. Albus realised as he lay there shaking and sobbing that in fact, this was closest to the crying he had done when Harry had said those horrible words to him last year. It was the crying reserved for the deepest of injuries, the most painful of wounds.

He cried until there was nothing left, and after that he simply lay there, thinking about what would happen now.

3 Days

In the time after his afternoon in the dormitory, Albus had started doing what he did best: hiding his feelings and pain, keeping them confined inside his mind. This left Albus with nothing to display to the public, and he therefore appeared to revert to the Albus that had entered Hogwarts four years ago. He became closed off, inexpressive, and detached from everyone and everything he interacted with.

On the inside however, there was a civil war raging that was slowly destroying him from within. One side of him (evidently what Gryffindor characteristics he had inherited from his parents) was trying to convince him to tell Scorpius the truth. It argued that he still had a good chance, that Scorpius hadn’t mentioned anything about Georgia or Valentine’s Day since that fateful lunch, that surely Scorpius, his best friend and sole companion for four years, who had been through hell and back for him, at least felt something for Albus.

Then there was the other, more prevalent side of Albus. The side that was scared, hurt, squashed and terrified of making things worse. This side of him argued, in a shrewd, hissing voice, that telling Scorpius the truth could drive him away forever, destroy their bond, cause him to lose the friendship that had been the one fantastically reliable thing Albus had had since he was eleven years old.

No, it was best to play it safe, he thought to himself. He was completely unaware that Scorpius had been attempting to talk with him for the better part of five minutes, absorbed as he was in his worries about driving his best friend away.

1 Day

“Albus Severus Potter, look at me right now and listen to what I have to say.”

Albus jerked his head up in surprise at the sound of Scorpius’s raised voice. He looked across the table at Scorpius, who was sitting in the armchair directly opposite him.

“I’m sorry?” he asked, slowly.

Scorpius looked him directly in the face, his eyes filled with concern and determination.

“Albus, I’ve been trying to talk to you for four days. Four days. Something is wrong, you’re hiding something from me and I’m sick of watching it destroy you. I want you to talk to me right now, and tell me what’s the matter. Neither of us are going to leave this common room until I’m sure you’re not keeping anything dangerous locked up in that head of yours anymore.”

Albus stilled in his chair, his eyes not leaving Scorpius’s. He should have known that he couldn’t hide from Scorpius, he knew him too well, and he cared too much. But he couldn’t tell him, he couldn’t risk losing Scorpius forever. He couldn’t risk everything on the off chance he could gain everything.

“Albus, please,” said Scorpius, softly. “Please, talk to me.”

Albus clenched his fists and bit his lip, the battle in his head reaching a frenzied finale.

“I want to help. Please let me in.”

He let out a long, shuddering breath, unclenching his fists and closing his eyes. Making the decision lifted a weight off his shoulders that he didn’t know he had been carrying. He had to tell Scorpius, had to end this, one way or another. This way, he would either win everything, or he would lose everything. The alternative was a guaranteed loss in every case, and therefore wasn’t an alternative at all.

Making the decision was the easy part, which terrified Albus because it had been far from easy.

“Scorpius-” He cleared his throat and took several deep breaths. Scorpius nodded encouragingly, but he was unable to hide the growing concern visible on his face.

“Scorpius, I’m – I’m gay,” said Albus, quietly.

Scorpius’s initial reaction was one of minor surprise. The concern vanished to be replaced by a look of confusion, which quickly relaxed into an expression that could only be described as caring.

“Hey, it’s okay!” he said. “It’s completely fine, you don’t have to be worried or ashamed about being gay Albus. I promise you, it doesn’t change anything.”

Albus swallowed thickly, the relief from Scorpius’s acceptance doing little to relieve the terror he felt when contemplating what he had to do next.

“There’s something else,” he said, his voice low. “And it might change things.”

“Albus, whatever you tell me won’t change the fact that you’re my best friend. Nothing you do can change the fact that I would suffer Voldemort Day a thousand times over if it meant keeping you safe and happy.”

He nodded, more to himself than to Scorpius, and took three more deep breaths, trying to slow his heartbeat to a reasonable pace.

“There’s someone I like. Someone I love, a lot.”

“Oh,” said Scorpius, looking down for the first time since their conversation had started. “Okay, can you tell me who? Have they hurt you?”

“He’s the nicest, most caring person I’ve ever met. He’s also the bravest, loyalest, and most kind-hearted person in the world. He also happens to be my best friend, who’s sitting in front of me right now, proving everything I just said about him to be true.”

He’d done it. It had been said. It was all over now. All he had to do now was sit there and wait for his sentence to fall.

Scorpius, for the first time in his life, seemed unable to form words. He simply sat there, looking at Albus, his expression unreadable. Then, “I’m so sorry.”

Albus closed his eyes, knowing what Scorpius would say next. That he couldn’t return Albus’s feelings, that he would never be able to look at him the same way ever again.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, and I’m so sorry I never told you that I feel the same way.”

The hurriedly thought up excuses to leave the room died on Albus’s lips. He opened his eyes, hardly daring to believe what he had heard.

“Say- say that again, please?” he stammered.

“I’ve felt the same way about you for months, but I never thought it was possible that you were like me. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

“But Rose – Georgia…”

“I – I think I’m bisexual, Albus. I like both. I thought I’d never be able to be with you in that way, so I forced myself to try and move on. I never really got the hang of it though. I cancelled my date with Georgia last night, it just felt wrong, the idea of going with her. All I could think about was you, and how you had been acting since I told you about her, and I think it showed because she kept saying how I wasn’t paying any attention to her. Girls are confusing, other boys are confusing, but I’ve always known you.”

Albus sat there, dumbfounded. The hard concrete in his stomach began to liquefy, and was gradually being replaced by something that felt like sunlight.

“Albus? Can I hug you?” asked Scorpius, tentatively.

Albus nodded, a glorious happiness spreading through his body, still in shock at the recent turn of events. He and Scorpius stood up, and Albus held out his arms, as if he were waiting for his owl companions to come and perch on them. Instead, he got Scorpius, and it was the best feeling in the world.

It was similar to their previous hugs, but it was also very different. It was packed with so much emotion that Albus couldn’t help his face splitting into the biggest smile he had had in a long time. He pulled back slightly and noticed that Scorpius was mirroring his joy.

Albus laughed in relief and happiness. “Telling you those things was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I feel like I’ve just run up every tower in Hogwarts, then swum around the lake three times!” he said, grinning up at Scorpius.

“You look so much better,” Scorpius said in response. “Like you’ve just shed a load of worries the size of a Ukrainian Ironbelly.”

“Nerd," Albus muttered into Scorpius's shoulder, smiling widely. He pulled away and looked up again, before softly saying, "I feel so much better.”

“Albus?”

“Yeah?”

“What would you say if I asked you to come to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow, for Valentine’s Day?”

Albus gave a small hop and squeezed Scorpius’s middle, grinning up at him again. “I think I’d say YES! Although hopefully in a more refined manner.”

Scorpius laughed. “Albus Potter, you can be as unrefined as you like, as long as you promise to be yourself, and stop hiding things from your boyfriend.”

Albus swayed slightly, desperately trying to take in and process the events of the last fifteen minutes. Eventually he decided not to worry about it right now, he would have plenty of time later.

“Are we boyfriends now?” he asked, wanting to be absolutely clear.

“If you want to be,” replied Scorpius.

“Then it’s a deal,” he said back. “As long as you promise not to keep secrets from your boyfriend.”

“Done,” Scorpius sang, pulling Albus back into a tight hug, and Albus knew that the day he had been dreading for the past six days couldn’t come fast enough.

Thank you very much for reading. This story comes from my own heart and mind, so was very difficult to put into words. I hope you enjoyed it, and as always, I would love a comment if you have time :)

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